I don’t need pills for that…
Ya see, everybody got that one wrong!
I'm ignorant enough without keeping a list
now, imagine things had gone differently... the story would have come out.. eventually... for a lot of people... it was luck that saved them from a tragic event...
Here in Plundertown a "crummy" was the beat-to-hell but often surprisingly new vehicle--a van or a crew cab--that picked up loggers before dawn and dropped them off at the end of their work day. Not so many around now, loggers or crummies
I remember this well, love re-reading about it now and again.
I met him once about a dozen years prior when I was a little E-1 at Chanute AFB in Illinois. He could not have been more gracious, probably shook 500 Airman Basic hands that day and was warm with all of us.
Good on you Buzz.
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…and the headlines write themselves, putting food on the tables of kook-pandering hacks everywhere.
They can’t even keep their affairs secret. It’s wishful thinking to assign that level of competence in deception to politicians and officials.Unless you’re talking about the mob in its heyday, or you systematically kill anyone with knowledge of the “event“, conspiracy theories are the product of idle minds*.
Any time a “plan“ gets beyond two or three people – that’s it.
Blah, blah blah, blab blab blab.
We’ve all been a part of surprise parties that weren’t “surprises”. That’s the tiny tip of the iceberg.
“Obviously your confidentialitiy is of the upmost importance…” (repeat 300x)
* But what about …and how do you explain…when this comes out fully…
I get your point but, taken within the context of my original post, I think my attempt at humor was balanced by:
That’s the way I read it.
Well, that's the way I read it because I agree with Burnt:s post about the magnitude of the achievement, but we're talking about the thread title here.
I read the title with the typical humor that runs through the TDPRI.
Hate is such a strong word, should be reserved for people truly deserving of the emotion, not to describe someone whose music, or personality, you don’t particularly like or, indeed, dislike intensely.
