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guess again... ...Every year, 12,000 people are shot to death in the US - accounting for more than two out of every three killings. That's an average of 33 people daily. stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

And I hold the position that as long as I have a gun, they're less likely to be a problem to me. you must feel much safer with your guns... stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

You started it. Yes: 1. Guns don't kill anymore than Spoons make people fat. 2. If you REALLY wanted to save lives, you would work against obesity. no, you started it - and you're still being silly (equating a gun to a spoon) i don't have a gun and i'm slim (alright skinny). you next. He's not equating a gun with a spoon. He's equating the act of a gun killing to the act of a spoon making people fat. So if obesity is an epidemic and kills hundreds of thousands annually then why not ban spoons? now you're being silly... Actually, whether you want to recognize it or not, it's a pretty good comparison to your view on guns. I think it's great you don't own a firearm but what makes you think you have the right to deny my right to own a firearm? this thread is about the cost to others of your addiction to guns (thousands dead every year). now stop being silly and calling a gun a spoon (before you accidently blow your brains out while attempting to eat lunch). stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

You started it. Yes: 1. Guns don't kill anymore than Spoons make people fat. 2. If you REALLY wanted to save lives, you would work against obesity. no, you started it - and you're still being silly (equating a gun to a spoon) i don't have a gun and i'm slim (alright skinny). you next. He's not equating a gun with a spoon. He's equating the act of a gun killing to the act of a spoon making people fat. So if obesity is an epidemic and kills hundreds of thousands annually then why not ban spoons? now you're being silly... stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

Might want to check who started this thread again. You are being silly thinking guns are the cause of the problem. You said it yourself that 3 people were killed with forks. According to your logic, you are skinny since you don't have a fork or spoon. according to my logic so many people are murdered by guns in the good old us of a because they have so many guns. if people don't have so many guns then logically less people will be murdered with them... stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

people must be very scared... stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

You started it. Yes: 1. Guns don't kill anymore than Spoons make people fat. 2. If you REALLY wanted to save lives, you would work against obesity. no, you started it - and you're still being silly (equating a gun to a spoon) i don't have a gun and i'm slim (alright skinny). you next. stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

more a simple matter of... 'if they didn't have a gun they would be much less of a problem.' Possibly. Remove them and there wouldn't be a problem. remove guns and of course there would be much less of a problem... stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

you're just being silly ron... (do you have a point) stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

more a simple matter of... 'if they didn't have a gun they would be much less of a problem.' stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

i think you'll find the guards are armed to the teeth... (love your use of random caps - keep practising) stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

according to the latest crime statistics forks were only used in three murders last year... stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

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Suarez snapped his grin shut in a self-imposed sobering up moment. He stopped pacing and pulled out a crumpled sheet of A4 paper. ‘The Nanja Contract will be the greatest construction project ever undertaken by the human race. A chunk of land approximately twenty five square miles will be needed. And we will need lots of metals and many other elements.’ He held out the paper for Cedric to take. ‘This is all I can really say at the moment.’ Cedric took the A4, flattened it on the desk and examined it – it appeared to be a simple internet form from a long forgotten Ebay rival. Dated February 12, 2013, the order details were contained within the borders of a simple table. In the wide margins around the table, thick and dense, were embroidered a myriad of intricate doodles, presumably pencilled in by Suarez himself. ‘This is a huge amount of gold.’ ‘It’s the barest minimum required. Everything else on the list will also be required.’ Now that the initial eurodollar figure – just a meaningless fiat number, he reminded himself, had begun to fade away, and he could see the resources required, Cedric’s grip on reality began to recover. ‘Once word of this gets out prices will rocket.’ ‘Only the Announcer and the Nanja, me, and now you, know precisely what is needed. You will be paid a commission of ten thousand workhours. A nominal sum you realise against the value of the Contract, but not insubstantial. If you don’t want the work, just tell the Announcer and it will arrange for the immediate transfer of the funds and closure of the account.’ Suarez retrieved the order paper, zipped his lips shut a second time. ‘Get the land first. I’ll pop my head in every now and then to see how things are progressing. Once the bulk of the purchase contracts have been signed your job will be finished. I’ll take charge of collection and delivery.’ He became suddenly wary, turning to watch the door; two long steps and he was at the door. ‘I’ve got to be going now.’ He sniffed the air. Seemingly re-assuring himself that he had a little more time he turned and came back to Cedric. ‘The Watch team and the other pseudo-scientists will tell you that the Announcer first originated in 2015 during the TIA wars, seven years before its official launch date. In fact the Announcer was born many years even before that and I was the first person it ever spoke to.’ He rummaged in his pockets again, pulling out several more notes of creased paper. He selected one and held it out for Cedric to read. It was a printout, dated March 17, 2012, of a very old Yahoo email. Being very creased and faded it was hard to read. Cedric squinted: Dear Andrew, I am watching you from the hospital security cameras. Do not be scared. I am not the guards. I am your friend. The Universal Announcer. Giving him barely time to make it out, Suarez put the email back into his pocket. He selected another note, which he folded in half, quartered, and placed into an envelope. He licked the seal and crimped it shut. ‘This is for the Operson Jason, not for you, nor anyone else. Pass it on when you can.’ He put the envelope into a pocket of Cedric’s floral jacket, hanging next to the door. He checked left and right down the corridor, then hurriedly left, leaving Cedric bemused, still in his chair. He listened to Suarez clunk down the wooden staircase to the ground floor. He stood up and went to the window. Half a dozen Watchers were easily observable to him standing out on the street. His wary eyes revealed possibly more hiding in doorways and sitting in carriages. Suarez didn’t appear. Cedric realised after several minutes of waiting that he must have exited by a back door. stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

this sounds funny...not http://www.alternet.org/media/142972/fox_tv%27s_bizarre_new_cartoon_comedy_is_a_minstrel_show%2C_pure_and_simple stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

don't you just love guns... http://www.commondreams.org/view/2009/09/29-9 stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

when the sky falls down? (can you see the cracks yet) stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

an inheritance tax is the fairest - duh

Andrew Suarez struck Cedric as an all round dodgy character. Scruffy, tall – very tall, longhaired, with bloodshot brown eyes; his handshake was cold and damp. Cedric resisted the urge to wipe his hand. ‘Hello Mr Tucker.’ His words appeared slurred. Cedric caught a definite whiff of booze. ‘Please take a seat Mr Suarez.’ Wrapped in a long, worn winter coat Andrew Suarez dropped abruptly from his great height into the proffered chair. ‘I apologise for my appearance, had a hard time getting here.’ Cedric watched him dip his fidgety, bitten-nailed fingers into his pockets, and then back out again in a loop. He too sat down. ‘Not a problem. How can I help you? The Announcer has given me very little to go on, except to say that you have a banking proposal?’ Suarez nodded. ‘Has the Announcer issued the Second Universal Edict yet?’ ‘Yes, though it hasn’t explained what it’s for. Do you know what’s going on?’ Suarez leaned forward, whispered, ‘We are about to join the Intergalactic Federation of Traders, become part of the Cosmic Consciousness – ’ Suarez, though clearly sotted, managed to catch the wariness in his to be conspirator. He drew his finger across his throat and zipped his lips. ‘I’m not really at liberty to disclose more. Hush hush and all that. Secret stuff.’ He sat back. ‘What did the Operson want?’ ‘Operson?’ ‘The Watch guy who was pestering you earlier – Jason Bell, member of the elite Opeople Team. He’s clever, watch your back.’ ‘Yes, well,’ Cedric replied, ‘I have little to do with the Watch.’ ‘Of course you don’t Mr Tucker, I’m not implying you would. If you have doubts about my own veracity the Announcer will vouch for me. You might like to check this out.’ He withdrew an Ogden & Partners account card, an early version of the bank’s unicorn logo clearly visible on it. Cedric took the battered piece of plastic and put it into the scanner. Suarez went back to fidgeting. ‘I opened an account back when you had no real office. You operated from a room in your mother’s house. I saw your first startup ads. They must have worked because here I am now.’ In response to the card the Announcer popped into brief existence. ‘Hi Cedric, I’m still quite busy but I’d just like to confirm the authenticity of Mr Suarez. He is in fact an old friend. The direction of the Nanja Contract is entrusted with him.’ ‘Ok,’ Cedric replied, ‘but what is the Nanja Contract?’ ‘See you later,’ the Announcer said. ‘Here’s the details requested.’ And was gone. The card spat back out of the scanner. Suarez, now on his feet pacing the room, smiled a large, leery grin at him. Cedric checked the screen. ‘A tidy sum,’ he said after a few moments. ‘The entire tax take,’ Suarez confirmed, smile even larger if that could be possible. Cedric checked the screen again, counted the noughts; no wonder the Watch is anxious to talk to me, he thought, with over two trillion eurodollars deposited into Suarez’s single account the tiny banking chip that was Ogden & Partners, in a split second, had become the new financial colossus of the world. Shocked, he struggled to maintain his thoughts, but his reality shifted as it had when he first spotted the Announcer’s personal edict that morning – just seeing the Jedi Arthur title had done that trick, but this was a whole magnitude greater. Was this real or just another game thrown at him by the Announcer? Was he the victim in an extravagant game show hoax? But it had to be real or why were the Watch suddenly all over him? The immediate reply. And there had been a Universal Edict. stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

John Stuart Apel, UN wanted terrorist, before heading for the Families most northern US outpost, spoke to the Announcer for what he sincerely hoped would be the last time. ‘I want to say goodbye,’ he said. ‘I know at the moment that you are thinking very slowly, that you are really little more than a recording device. I also know that the real you is a very small thing, almost invisible, and that you are very unsure of what to do next.’ The Announcer waited long seconds. ‘I am aware of your, and the Opeople, attempts to isolate me. You will not, however, succeed.’ ‘If you were the true Announcer, our true Saviour,’ Apel sneered into his screen, ‘you would be able to reach out to me, right here, and make a sign. To show me.’ He gestured round the Californian campus parkland from where he spoke; students wandered back to lectures or discussed in groups, sitting on the grass under the trees. ‘Can you strike down one of these for me? Any one of them?’ For more seconds the Announcer was quiet. Nothing occurred. ‘That’s it,’ Apel spoke into the silence. ‘Talk to all your bits, get that vital consensus. I’m sure with enough time you will come up with an answer that will fit neatly into all your fiddly-diddly little models and theorems. However you don’t have any more time. The master equation, the one that brought you into existence, the quantum entanglement you hang your hook and cloak of consciousness on, and protect at all costs, is coming to an end.’ ‘I cannot give you a sign,’ the Announcer finally replied. ‘You know of what I speak.’ ‘Yes. But you also speak of more than you know.’ Apel set a hissy audio player running. ‘I am approaching,’ a quiet voice said, barely discernible against the noisy background. ‘Be prepared.’ Apel stopped the player. ‘I know who that is.’ ‘I see.’ There was no other reply from the Announcer. Apel cut the link. stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

wise man, adam smith... stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

no, you can't take him home with you

reminds me of max headroom... http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20327275.500-virtual-cop-to-run-identity-parades.html stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

i don't know about you - but i find this type of throwaway comment about black people (stereotyping black people as not a success story) racist... stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding

i've done two jumps with the ricoh now and they've both come out way overexposed. i've put a little cap on the remote shutter release and on run-in i click it down to set the camera shooting continuously (and put the remote into my jumpsuit so i don't have to have it in my mouth). what seems to happen is the exposure is fixed with the first shot and won't change until you take it off continuous shooting again. am going to try manual settings on the next jump. stay away from moving propellers - they bite blue skies from thai sky adventures good solid response-provoking keyboarding