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count me in on helping them out!

who gives a shit what a Canadian (or any other foreign national) thinks about concerning the United States policies dealing with terrorists? I certainly don't. And as for that fat, unkempt, probably smelly asshole MM, he can go fuck himself. This mother lost her son in Iraq, seems like those of you on the left could respect her loss without trying to denigrate her.

well of course I would. Probably a gut shot too!

the "terminator" is a cool guy but he wasn't born here. Nope, no change to allow that. 35 seems plenty young to be president too IMHO.

Hi Paul. I think that maybe the separation of church and state issue doesn't mean that the gov. should have nothing to do with religion, perhaps it means no STATE mandated religion? As the recent election results show, the majority (yes, majority) of voters are tired of being portrayed as being ignorant stooges that can't form an opinion. Over the past couple years, the "enlightened" people that have sued to get the 10 commandmants out of public places, pushed for the removal of "in God we trust" from money and that asshole in CA that sued on his daughters behalf (not that she wanted him to) to remove the reference to God in the pledge of alligence? has done nothing but motivate the people to get out and vote for the right candidates. As for gays, well, I really have nothing against them at all, live and let live. I do have a problem with local governments i.e. Multnomah county OR sneaking around behind their constituents backs making deals with gay groups, while leaving out the mainstream folks and announcing that yep, we're going to marry gays right here in Portland, like it or not! Not to mention corporations that are FORCED to offer benefits to gay couples and not offer the same to unmarried hetro couples. And last but not least, we don't need Leonardo DeCaprio, the "boss" et al, to tell us what we should think.

Maybe Bush won cause the RNC gave people like me a crisp, new 5 dollar bill to vote for Bush!

Since you've been skydiving for 23 years, I assume that you must have been alive and can recall the early 70's. The enviroment was in terrible shape back then. Tons of power plants burning high sulphur coal. Tons of chemical plants and oil refineries spewing shit unchecked into the air and water. I worked as a deckhand on the inland rivers back then. The upper Illinois river (known to boat crews as the shit ditch) was vey toxic. Many times we were prohibited from smoking because if we tossed a match in the water, it might ignite. Even further back in the 20th century things were much worse. So, I wouldn't worry too much about Bush and the enviroment. There are a shitload of stupid regulations in place to keep things clean

the weather here is always the same, sunny and mid 80's....yawn.... If it makes ya feel any better, I have to work today and the DZ's are over on Oahu. Good news is I am off on Monday and Tuesday and will be flying the 172 over there then

Hi Bill. So, you're in P town. Go check out V town too (Vancouver) I recently moved from there to here (Maui). The riverfront is cool there. Lots of good places to eat (and drink) and there is a long paved path right on the river. Enjoy.

the device manager is empty, noting there at all.

I have reloaded the CD drive software and drivers, still inop. I can't figure out why the device manager is empty. I bought this puter at Comp USA 3 years ago (HP Pavilion 7935) and it came loaded with windows XP but came without the XP CD (salesman said that's the way it is, no XP CD!) so, I can't reload the OS. Help!!!

Help!!! My roommate here recently loaded spybot S&D on my puter, deleted a bunch of stuff and now, I can't burn CD's anymore My puter plays CD's (and all the other P&P stuff works), there is nothing at all in the device manager tho. Any ideas to fix this stuff would be greatly appreciated. PS, the system restore won't restore to a time prior to the spybot being installed.

for crying out loud, what a bunch of idiots

Adios Amigo

why? are you concerned that the justices Bush will nominate will actually interept the constitution instead of upholding other judges that invent laws against the will of the people?

yeah, I know, I was just hoping that they would maybe see the error of their ways!

what's he going to do? Start a singing career?

No, actually that clip was dug out of the crypt somewhere. he was either running for gov. of Texas or was gov. of Texas. I would suggest that all of you kerry supporters get on with your life. Can't say he stole the election this time can ya?

wasn't that already on here? where's Ivan? and what's your point?

I did my absentee voter card on the airplane on the way back to Maui a couple weeks ago, took my time and checked out my voters guide, took about an hour. Oh yeah, I even voted for a few democrats and lots of Libertarians

noisy?

I got this email the other day and thought that some of you (mostly other pilots) might get a kick out of it, enjoy C-130 pilot having fun... I am forwarding this since it is a good story particularly if you lust over mixed metaphors. This is from a colorful writer from the 3rd Marine Air Wing based at MCAS Miramar. The guy ought to write for a living. This is my nominee for 'Best of the Month'. "There I was at six thousand feet over central Iraq, two hundred eighty knots and we're dropping faster than Paris Hilton's panties. It's a typical September evening in the Persian Gulf; hotter than a rectal thermometer and I'm sweating like a priest at a Cub Scout meeting. But that's neither here nor there. The night is moonless over Baghdad tonight, and blacker than a Steven King novel. But it's 2004, folks, and I'm sporting the latest in night-combat technology. Namely, hand-me-down night vision goggles (NVGs)thrown out by the fighter boys. Additionally, my 1962 Lockheed C-130E Hercules is equipped with an obsolete, yet, semi-effective missile warning system (MWS). The MWS conveniently makes a nice soothing tone in your headset just before the missile explodes into your airplane. Who says you can't polish a turd? At any rate, the NVGs are illuminating Baghdad International Airport like the Las Vegas Strip during a Mike Tyson fight. These NVGs are the cat's ass. But I've digressed. The preferred method of approach tonight is the random shallow. This tactical maneuver allows the pilot to ingress the landing zone in an unpredictable manner, thus exploiting the supposedly secured perimeter of the airfield in an attempt to avoid enemy surface-to-air-missiles and small arms fire. Personally, I wouldn't bet my pink ass on that theory but the approach is fun as hell and that's the real reason we fly it. We get a visual on the runway at three miles out, drop down to one thousand feet above the ground, still maintaining two hundred eighty knots. Now the fun starts. It's pilot appreciation time as I descend the mighty Herk to six hundred feet and smoothly, yet very deliberately, yank into a sixty degree left bank, turning the aircraft ninety degrees offset from runway heading. As soon as we roll out of the turn, I reverse turn to the right a full two hundred seventy degrees in order to roll out aligned with the runway. Some aeronautical genius coined this maneuver the 'Ninety/Two-Seventy.' Chopping the power during the turn, I pull back on the yoke just to the point my nether regions start to sag, bleeding off energy in order to configure the pig for landing. 'Flaps Fifty!, Landing Gear Down!, Before Landing Checklist!' I look over at the copilot and he's shaking like a cat shitting on a sheet of ice. Looking further back at the navigator, and even through the NVGs, I can clearly see the wet spot spreading around his crotch. Finally, I glance at my steely-eyed flight engineer. His eyebrows rise in unison as a grin forms on his face. I can tell he's thinking the same thing I am: 'Where do we find such fine young men?' 'Flaps One Hundred!' I bark at the shaking cat. Now it's all aimpoint and airspeed. Aviation 101, with the exception there's no lights, I'm on NVGs, it's Baghdad, and now tracers are starting to crisscross the black sky. Naturally, and not at all surprisingly, I grease the Goodyears on brick-one of runway 33 left, bring the throttles to ground idle and then force the props to full reverse pitch. Tonight, the sound of freedom is my four Hamilton Standard propellers chewing through the thick, putrid, Baghdad air. The huge, one hundred thirty thousand pound, lumbering whisper pig comes to a lurching stop in less than two thousand feet. Let's see a Viper do that! We exit the runway to a welcoming committee of government issued Army grunts. It's time to download their beans and bullets and letters from their sweethearts, look for war booty, and of course, urinate on Saddam's home. Walking down the crew entry steps with my lowest-bidder, Beretta 92F, 9 millimeter strapped smartly to my side, I look around and thank God, not Allah, I'm an American and I'm on the winning team. Then I thank God I'm not in the Army. Knowing once again I've cheated death, I ask myself, 'What in the hell am I doing in this mess?' Is it Duty, Honor, and Country? You bet your ass. Or could it possibly be for the glory, the swag, and not to mention, chicks dig the Air Medal. There's probably some truth there too. But now is not the time to derive the complexities of the superior, cerebral properties of the human portion of the aviator-man-machine model. It is however, time to get out of this shithole. 'Hey copilot, clean yourself up! And how's 'bout the 'Before Starting Engines Checklist'.' God, I love this job!"

Damn, that was funny! Thanks for the laugh

it would be nice to whip out a pair of .45's and blow the fuckers away. Just a fasntasy of course