>>Yep. I *do* know, you lying self-pitying fuck. You >>didn't show up at work and immediately decide to lift >>that engine block.
> That's exactly how it happened. It was the first > job of that day, IIRC.
You don't remember correctly. In fact, you are deliberately lying.
>>>You wouldn't be able to change 'suspect's' front wheel,
>>Not so. I rebuilt the carburetor on my Honda Civic >>once,
> You can't even spell one right,
That's how it's spelled here.
> let alone service one.
I did it. My university roommate remembers it well. I had the parts spread all over the kitchen table in our apartment. He thought the car would never run again. In the event, it purred like a kitten after I was finished.
>>and I once did a complete brake job on my Nissan >>pick-up truck.
> You bled the brakes?
Much, much more than that, dummy. I replaced the brake shoes (drum brakes all around in those days), honed out one of the slave cylinders, bled the line. That pickup truck would stop on a 10p coin and give you nine pennies change.
>> Those were a long time ago, though. >>Nowadays, I hire that thing done, by garages employing >>dumb semi-skilled pseudo-toughs like you.
> I'm a fully skilled vehicle electrician with all my > certs to prove it.
You're a plodding, technically semi-competent but unthinking brute.
>>>let alone separate a lump from its gearbox and drag >>>it out from a family saloon
>>Get off it, dummy. We established long ago that it was >>only the engine *block*, and it was a little >>four-cylinder putt-putt at that.
> Well, it was big enough for me that day,
Way, WAY too big, dummy. But not as big as you first pretended. You originally pretended it was the whole engine. I caught you lying, hardly for the first time.
> and much too big for you on any day, weed.
Probably. The difference is, I have and always had the sense to know. Your tiny pinto bean brain, and your boundless braggadocio, made you think you were stronger than you were.
>>>with your bare hands >>>and some seat belt webbing, midget. You're all >>>gob and no gristle.
>>>>You have a pinto bean for a brain.
>>>Back at you, Jon. Your brain, and my fruitless >>>search for a working sign of it puts a whole new >>>slant to your claim of "a vegan's wierd search >>>for micrograms."
>>You lose every time out, Dreck. I play with you as a >>cat plays with a baby mouse.
> That's just plain daft.
Nope. It's the sad fact of life for you, mousie.
>>>>You do stupid things.
>>>"did". Past tense.
>>Still do, you dumb fat ignorant fuck. Among other >>stupid things you do, you try to "debate" with people >>far smarter *and* more intelligent than you.
> You don't debate.
I do; successfully.
>>Why don't >>you try taking on the American army with a pea-shooter; >>you'd have better success.
> Your army are a bunch of wankers.
Uh-huh. One of our divisions could dust an entire British corps, and be home for cocktails by early evening.
Anyway, that's not the point. You simply can't debate.
>>> Not so. I rebuilt the carburetor on my Honda Civic >>> once,
>> You can't even spell one right, let alone service >> one.
> We spell C-A-R-B-U-R-E-T-O-R, you spell C-A-R-B-U-R-E-T-T-O-R. Your lot > have mastered the art of extra letters in words: color, neighbor, etc. > You can't pronounce "tomato" properly, putz.
Nor "pasta". The Canucks aren't any better.
It cracked me up when I lived in Germany. We worked in a town called Wasserburg, which the Germans pronounce VAH-ser-burg. The stupid self-important Brits didn't even *try* to use the correct pronunciation. It came out WAA-ser-berg, with the 'a' like that in 'hat', and the 'w' as in English.
> <snip>
>>> Why don't >>> you try taking on the American army with a pea-shooter; >>> you'd have better success.
>> Your army are a bunch of wankers.
> They work for a living; you sit at home after waddling down to the chip > and betting shops.
And the licensed premises, don't forget.
I can just see Dreck waddling down the way, dragging his gangrenous bluefoot along...
> >>>>Is that an excuse for your injury or for your absence of thought?
> >>>No, not an excuse, but rather a reason instead. I don't > >>>make excuses.
> >>You just made two excuses: cold weather and your lack of preparation. > >>Lack of preparation means you failed to engage the ol' brain before > >>engaging the ol' back.
> > No, they were reasons, not excuses.
> They were and remain excuses. A reason would have > been, "I was stupid, and attempted to lift something I > had NO FUCKING BUSINESS trying to lift, and thus I > injured myself based on nothing more than my OWN > STUPIDITY." THAT would have been a reason, Dreck.
Is this close enough ( below)? "Did I intend to break my own back? No, I was stupid and used seat belt webbing to remove an engine on my own. I didn't blame the garage owner who's responsibility it was to provide lifting equipment, I took full responsibility for my own actions and in no way consider my injuries an accident." firstoftwins Date: 2001-11-13
>>>>>>Is that an excuse for your injury or for your absence of thought?
>>>>>No, not an excuse, but rather a reason instead. I don't >>>>>make excuses.
>>>>You just made two excuses: cold weather and your lack of preparation. >>>>Lack of preparation means you failed to engage the ol' brain before >>>>engaging the ol' back.
>>>No, they were reasons, not excuses.
>>They were and remain excuses. A reason would have >>been, "I was stupid, and attempted to lift something I >>had NO FUCKING BUSINESS trying to lift, and thus I >>injured myself based on nothing more than my OWN >>STUPIDITY." THAT would have been a reason, Dreck.
> Is this close enough ( below)? > Did I intend to break my own back? No, I was > stupid and used seat belt webbing to remove an engine on my > own. I didn't blame the garage owner who's responsibility it was > to provide lifting equipment,
Which he DID provide, and which you STUPIDLY elected not to use, because your bloated ego made you want to demonstrate to "the lads" just how big and tough you are.
> I took full responsibility for my own > actions and in no way consider my injuries an accident.
That's good, because they certainly are NOT the results of an accident in the usual and legitimate sense of the word.
usual suspect wrote: > Jonathan Ball wrote: > <..>
>>> Is this close enough ( below)? >>> Did I intend to break my own back? No, I was >>> stupid and used seat belt webbing to remove an engine on my >>> own. I didn't blame the garage owner who's responsibility it was >>> to provide lifting equipment,
>> Which he DID provide, and which you STUPIDLY elected not to use, >> because your bloated ego made you want to demonstrate to "the lads" >> just how big and tough you are.
> Wasn't this feat of brute strength done on a dare?
Perhaps, although I would bet money Dreck the brute provoked the dare by bragging how strong he was.
>> Is this close enough ( below)? >> Did I intend to break my own back? No, I was >> stupid and used seat belt webbing to remove an engine on my >> own. I didn't blame the garage owner who's responsibility it was >> to provide lifting equipment,
> Which he DID provide, and which you STUPIDLY elected not to use, because > your bloated ego made you want to demonstrate to "the lads" just how big > and tough you are.
Wasn't this feat of brute strength done on a dare?
Jonathan Ball wrote: >>>> Is this close enough ( below)? >>>> Did I intend to break my own back? No, I was >>>> stupid and used seat belt webbing to remove an engine on my >>>> own. I didn't blame the garage owner who's responsibility it was >>>> to provide lifting equipment,
>>> Which he DID provide, and which you STUPIDLY elected not to use, >>> because your bloated ego made you want to demonstrate to "the lads" >>> just how big and tough you are.
>> Wasn't this feat of brute strength done on a dare?
> Perhaps, although I would bet money Dreck the brute provoked the dare by > bragging how strong he was.
Sounds like a reasonable bet to me. He *still* does that, only now he tries using his brain with the same tragic consequences. It doesn't matter whether it's CDs and responsibility, feed:beef, child slavery, or car engines: he always bites off more than he can chew.
>>>>> Is this close enough ( below)? >>>>> Did I intend to break my own back? No, I was >>>>> stupid and used seat belt webbing to remove an engine on my >>>>> own. I didn't blame the garage owner who's responsibility it was >>>>> to provide lifting equipment,
>>>> Which he DID provide, and which you STUPIDLY elected not to use, >>>> because your bloated ego made you want to demonstrate to "the lads" >>>> just how big and tough you are.
>>> Wasn't this feat of brute strength done on a dare?
>> Perhaps, although I would bet money Dreck the brute provoked the dare >> by bragging how strong he was.
> Sounds like a reasonable bet to me. He *still* does that, only now he > tries using his brain with the same tragic consequences. It doesn't > matter whether it's CDs and responsibility, feed:beef, child slavery, or > car engines: he always bites off more than he can chew.
With typically horrible British teeth, he can't chew much of anything.
>>>>> Is this close enough ( below)? >>>>> Did I intend to break my own back? No, I was >>>>> stupid and used seat belt webbing to remove an engine on my >>>>> own. I didn't blame the garage owner who's responsibility it was >>>>> to provide lifting equipment,
>>>> Which he DID provide, and which you STUPIDLY elected not to use, >>>> because your bloated ego made you want to demonstrate to "the lads" >>>> just how big and tough you are.
>>> Wasn't this feat of brute strength done on a dare?
>> Perhaps, although I would bet money Dreck the brute provoked the dare >> by bragging how strong he was.
> Sounds like a reasonable bet to me. He *still* does that, only now he > tries using his brain
pinto bean
> with the same tragic consequences. It doesn't > matter whether it's CDs and responsibility, feed:beef, child slavery, or > car engines: he always bites off more than he can chew.
I'd have loved to hear him running his mouth down at the garage about everything under the sun. Well, maybe for about 10-15 minutes, anyway.
Note his language concerning his insincere admission of responsibility for his crippling. First was the implied shift of blame to the garage owner ("who's [sic] responsibility it was to provide lifting equipment"). Then it was the weather. Then it was his lack of being warmed up (as if anyone or anything *prevented* him from warming up.) ANYTHING except dumb fat fuck Dreck himself, first and only, who STUPIDLY attempted to do something he had no business doing in any weather, warmed up or no.
This is Dreck and his family's lifelong failure: an inability to admit responsibility, while always looking for an opportunity to point the finger at someone, anyone, else.
> >>Yep. I *do* know, you lying self-pitying fuck. You > >>didn't show up at work and immediately decide to lift > >>that engine block.
> > That's exactly how it happened. It was the first > > job of that day, IIRC.
> You don't remember correctly.
I remember everything correctly, and always have.
> In fact, you are deliberately lying.
About what, exactly?
> >>>You wouldn't be able to change 'suspect's' front wheel,
> >>Not so. I rebuilt the carburetor on my Honda Civic > >>once,
> > You can't even spell one right,
> That's how it's spelled here.
Yes, wrongly.
> > let alone service one.
> I did it. My university roommate remembers it well.
I don't doubt he remembers every ghastly day of your rooming together. The poor man surely failed his subject and has you to blame for it.
> I > had the parts spread all over the kitchen table in our > apartment. He thought the car would never run again. > In the event, it purred like a kitten after I was finished.
Yeah, running as rich as fuck, most probably. Did you check your carbon emissions while it was choking like a dog, Jon?
> >>and I once did a complete brake job on my Nissan > >>pick-up truck.
> > You bled the brakes?
> Much, much more than that, dummy. I replaced the brake > shoes (drum brakes all around in those days),
The book time for replacing shoes all round is 1.2 hours. Slave cylinders are simply replaced at 0.3 of an hour each. The whole job should've taken about an hour and a half, including the bleed.
> honed out one of the slave cylinders,
What a waste of time.
> bled the line.
Have you ever tried leaving a saucer-full of brake fluid overnight?
> That pickup truck would stop on a 10p coin and > give you nine pennies change.
Grabbing a bit, were they? You should've paid a professional to do it.
> >> Those were a long time ago, though. > >>Nowadays, I hire that thing done, by garages employing > >>dumb semi-skilled pseudo-toughs like you.
> > I'm a fully skilled vehicle electrician with all my > > certs to prove it.
> You're a plodding, technically semi-competent but > unthinking brute.
I'm a fully competent expert in Ford engine management systems, and have all the required extra certs from Daventry to prove it. You can't knock me there, Jonnie.
> >>>let alone separate a lump from its gearbox and drag > >>>it out from a family saloon
> >>Get off it, dummy. We established long ago that it was > >>only the engine *block*, and it was a little > >>four-cylinder putt-putt at that.
> > Well, it was big enough for me that day,
> Way, WAY too big, dummy.
No. Normally, it would've been routine. I've done dozens before.
> But not as big as you first pretended. You originally > pretended it was the whole engine.
Only the top end is removed, leaving the block, pistons, crank, flywheel and clutch assy. in place. It's then jiggled off the mainshaft splines from the gearbox and away out of the engine bay. You wouldn't manage it, that's for sure. It's more common than what people think, though most fitters are the weedy meatarian types and can't do it.
> I caught you lying, hardly for the first time.
You'll never catch me lying.
> > and much too big for you on any day, weed.
> Probably. The difference is, I have and always had the > sense to know.
No. The difference is, you have, and always have had a pen pushing job that doesn't require any brawn or physical risk to your health. I'm a working-class Brit: hard as nails.
> Your tiny pinto
I find your use of the word "pinto" too coincidental for comfort in this conversation, seeing as it was a 2 litre SOHC pinto engine that gave me all the trouble in the first place. It may be that your mind reading skills are quite real afterall.
> bean brain, and your > boundless braggadocio, made you think you were stronger > than you were.
> >>>with your bare hands > >>>and some seat belt webbing, midget. You're all > >>>gob and no gristle.
> >>>>You have a pinto bean for a brain.
> >>>Back at you, Jon. Your brain, and my fruitless > >>>search for a working sign of it puts a whole new > >>>slant to your claim of "a vegan's weird search > >>>for micrograms."
> >>You lose every time out, Derek. I play with you as a > >>cat plays with a baby mouse.
> > That's just plain daft.
> Nope. It's the sad fact of life for you, mousie.
Wanker.
> >>>>You do stupid things.
> >>>"did". Past tense.
> >>Still do, you dumb fat ignorant fuck. Among other > >>stupid things you do, you try to "debate" with people > >>far smarter *and* more intelligent than you.
> > You don't debate.
> I do; successfully.
You don't.
> >>Why don't > >>you try taking on the American army with a pea-shooter; > >>you'd have better success.
> > Your army are a bunch of wankers.
> Uh-huh. One of our divisions could dust an entire > British corps, and be home for cocktails by early evening.
Bollocks. 3 of your best divisions probably wouldn't even contain an average UK football mob, let alone a British corps. American 'fighters' huh, are all poofs.
> Anyway, that's not the point. You simply can't debate.
The debate is over and in my favour. That's what's leading you to think that.
Derek wrote: >>>>>>>It was a cold day. I wasn't warmed up.
>>Two excuses.
> Two good reasons, not excuses.
Two sorry excuses.
<snip>
>>>>Not so. I rebuilt the carburetor on my Honda Civic >>>>once,
>>>You can't even spell one right,
>>That's how it's spelled here.
> Yes, wrongly.
"Carburetor" is correct, unless you're messing about with Amals or other obscure British-made parts. Go look at Mikuni's sites -- carburetors, even in Europe.
> No. The difference is, you have, and always have > had a pen pushing job that doesn't require any > brawn or physical risk to your health. I'm a > working-class Brit: hard as nails.
...and dumb as rocks.
>>Your tiny pinto
> I find your use of the word "pinto" too coincidental > for comfort in this conversation, seeing as it was a > 2 litre SOHC pinto engine that gave me all the trouble > in the first place. It may be that your mind reading > skills are quite real afterall.
Fully assembled Pinto 2 liter engines weigh about 400 pounds. No wonder it gave you trouble, Hercules.
>>bean brain, and your >>boundless braggadocio, made you think you were stronger >>than you were.
> Nope. I'm as strong as a small horse.
Not anymore.
<snip>
> Bollocks. 3 of your best divisions probably wouldn't > even contain an average UK football mob, let alone > a British corps. American 'fighters' huh, are all poofs.
We've kicked your asses in two wars (1776, 1812) and saved your nuts in two others (WWI, WWII).
> >>>>>>Is that an excuse for your injury or for your absence of thought?
> >>>>>No, not an excuse, but rather a reason instead. I don't > >>>>>make excuses.
> >>>>You just made two excuses: cold weather and your lack of preparation. > >>>>Lack of preparation means you failed to engage the ol' brain before > >>>>engaging the ol' back.
> >>>No, they were reasons, not excuses.
> >>They were and remain excuses. A reason would have > >>been, "I was stupid, and attempted to lift something I > >>had NO FUCKING BUSINESS trying to lift, and thus I > >>injured myself based on nothing more than my OWN > >>STUPIDITY." THAT would have been a reason, Dreck.
> > Is this close enough ( below)? > > Did I intend to break my own back? No, I was > > stupid and used seat belt webbing to remove an engine on my > > own. I didn't blame the garage owner who's responsibility it was > > to provide lifting equipment,
> Which he DID provide, and which you STUPIDLY elected > not to use,
Both hoists were out of action, and had been for quite a while, as I've told you before. It would've been easy to produce the repair dockets to a solli. I suppose that if I were living and working in your compo-mad wank rag of a country I might've been more inclined to sue, seeing as the job was taken on by the garage manager in the full knowledge of not having any lifting equipment to remove the engine, but I didn't, to my moral credit, even though I was advised to at the time. It's all about taking responsibility for one's own actions, Jon.
> because your bloated ego made you want to > demonstrate to "the lads" just how big and tough you are.
That's partly true. Anyone who knows me personally would testify and say I'm a show-off.
> > I took full responsibility for my own > > actions and in no way consider my injuries an accident.
> That's good
Thankyou. I'm glad you've finally seen some good in me.
> because they certainly are NOT the results > of an accident
Exactly. I don't believe in such a thing as an 'accident'. There's always someone to praise or blame for an incident or event, and sometimes that candidate will be yourself. Moral judgment will tell you when, if you have any.
> in the usual and legitimate sense of the > word.
As far as human actions go, I don't believe a person has had or been involved in an 'accident'. A person causing an 'accident' is taking a chance based on his calculations of the odds in getting away with it. He takes a risk and loses, *this time.*
A victim of an 'accident' is always the victim of another's wilful negligence. The 'accident' prone are ALWAYS very sloppy and careLESS individuals who'll take those odds to avoid extra work, but because most of us have been 'accident' prone at some time or other in our lives, we let culprits off the hook by saying, "Well, it could've happened to any of us; we're only human." It stinks.
No. Both were 1.. The basis or motive for an action, decision, or conviction. 2.. A declaration made to explain or justify action, decision, or conviction 3.. An underlying fact or cause that provides logical sense for a premise or occurrence. http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=reasons
> <snip> > >>>>Not so. I rebuilt the carburetor on my Honda Civic > >>>>once,
> >>>You can't even spell one right,
> >>That's how it's spelled here.
> > Yes, wrongly.
> "Carburetor" is correct, unless you're messing about with Amals or other > obscure British-made parts. Go look at Mikuni's sites -- carburetors, > even in Europe.
> <snip> > > No. The difference is, you have, and always have > > had a pen pushing job that doesn't require any > > brawn or physical risk to your health. I'm a > > working-class Brit: hard as nails.
> ...and dumb as rocks.
Hardly. The average working class Brit is as sharp as a tack and inventive.
> >>Your tiny pinto
> > I find your use of the word "pinto" too coincidental > > for comfort in this conversation, seeing as it was a > > 2 litre SOHC pinto engine that gave me all the trouble > > in the first place. It may be that your mind reading > > skills are quite real afterall.
> Fully assembled Pinto 2 liter engines weigh about 400 pounds. No wonder > it gave you trouble, Hercules.
That sounds a bit heavy, but I wouldn't be surprised if it weighed a good 250-300 with the head off. It's not as if I had to shoulder press the damn thing, but merely to lift it up and out of the engine bay.
> >>bean brain, and your > >>boundless braggadocio, made you think you were stronger > >>than you were.
> > Nope. I'm as strong as a small horse.
> Not anymore.
Just as before.
> <snip> > > Bollocks. 3 of your best divisions probably wouldn't > > even contain an average UK football mob, let alone > > a British corps. American 'fighters' huh, are all poofs.
> We've kicked your asses in two wars (1776, 1812) and saved your nuts in > two others (WWI, WWII).
>>>>>You wouldn't be able to change 'suspect's' front wheel,
>>>>Not so. I rebuilt the carburetor on my Honda Civic >>>>once,
>>>You can't even spell one right,
>>That's how it's spelled here.
> Yes, wrongly.
No. Correctly.
>>>let alone service one.
>>I did it. My university roommate remembers it well.
> I don't doubt he remembers every ghastly day of your > rooming together. The poor man surely failed his > subject and has you to blame for it.
Actually, he completed his doctorate, and is rolling in money. He also is my best friend, and was best man at my wedding.
>>I >>had the parts spread all over the kitchen table in our >>apartment. He thought the car would never run again. >>In the event, it purred like a kitten after I was finished.
> Yeah, running as rich as fuck, most probably.
Nope.
> Did you > check your carbon emissions while it was choking like > a dog, Jon?
It passed the California emissions test in effect at that time. My gasoline mileage went up (we measure it in miles/gallon here, so higher is better; not sure about the UK; I know it's liters/100 km in continental Europe.)
>>>>and I once did a complete brake job on my Nissan >>>>pick-up truck.
>>>You bled the brakes?
>>Much, much more than that, dummy. I replaced the brake >>shoes (drum brakes all around in those days),
> The book time for replacing shoes all round is 1.2 hours. > Slave cylinders are simply replaced at 0.3 of an hour each. > The whole job should've taken about an hour and a half, > including the bleed.
I was not trained as a mechanic. I don't recall how long it took me, but it undoubtedly took me longer than it would have taken a trained mechanic, for which I offer no apology at all.
>>honed out one of the slave cylinders,
> What a waste of time.
>>bled the line.
> Have you ever tried leaving a saucer-full of brake > fluid overnight?
No.
>> That pickup truck would stop on a 10p coin and >>give you nine pennies change.
> Grabbing a bit, were they?
No.
> You should've paid a professional to do it.
I didn't have the money in those days. Time rich, cash poor.
>>>>Those were a long time ago, though. >>>>Nowadays, I hire that thing done, by garages employing >>>>dumb semi-skilled pseudo-toughs like you.
>>>I'm a fully skilled vehicle electrician with all my >>>certs to prove it.
>>You're a plodding, technically semi-competent but >>unthinking brute.
> I'm a fully competent expert in Ford engine management > systems, and have all the required extra certs from > Daventry to prove it. You can't knock me there, Jonnie.
Your certs are out of date. You haven't worked in the field in years, and a lot has changed.
>>>>>let alone separate a lump from its gearbox and drag >>>>>it out from a family saloon
>>>>Get off it, dummy. We established long ago that it was >>>>only the engine *block*, and it was a little >>>>four-cylinder putt-putt at that.
>>>Well, it was big enough for me that day,
>>Way, WAY too big, dummy.
> No. Normally, it would've been routine. I've > done dozens before.
>>But not as big as you first pretended. You originally >>pretended it was the whole engine.
> Only the top end is removed, leaving the block, pistons, > crank, flywheel and clutch assy. in place. It's then jiggled > off the mainshaft splines from the gearbox and away out > of the engine bay. You wouldn't manage it, that's for sure. > It's more common than what people think, though most > fitters are the weedy meatarian types and can't do it.
>>I caught you lying, hardly for the first time.
> You'll never catch me lying.
>>>and much too big for you on any day, weed.
>>Probably. The difference is, I have and always had the >>sense to know.
> No. The difference is, you have, and always have > had a pen pushing job that doesn't require any > brawn or physical risk to your health. I'm a > working-class Brit: hard as nails.
Flabby, stupid, crude and brutish. Good for cannon fodder and as a target for social and political abuse; not much else.
> I find your use of the word "pinto" too coincidental > for comfort in this conversation, seeing as it was a > 2 litre SOHC pinto engine that gave me all the trouble > in the first place. It may be that your mind reading > skills are quite real afterall.
>>bean brain, and your >>boundless braggadocio, made you think you were stronger >>than you were.
>>>>>with your bare hands >>>>>and some seat belt webbing, midget. You're all >>>>>gob and no gristle.
>>>>>>You have a pinto bean for a brain.
>>>>>Back at you, Jon. Your brain, and my fruitless >>>>>search for a working sign of it puts a whole new >>>>>slant to your claim of "a vegan's weird search >>>>>for micrograms."
>>>>You lose every time out, Derek. I play with you as a >>>>cat plays with a baby mouse.
>>>That's just plain daft.
>>Nope. It's the sad fact of life for you, mousie.
> Wanker.
That's about all you can do.
>>>>>>You do stupid things.
>>>>>"did". Past tense.
>>>>Still do, you dumb fat ignorant fuck. Among other >>>>stupid things you do, you try to "debate" with people >>>>far smarter *and* more intelligent than you.
>>>You don't debate.
>>I do; successfully.
> You don't.
I do. (Quit now; "I do" is only 4 characters, including space; "You don't" is 9; I'll beat you hands down).
>>>>Why don't >>>>you try taking on the American army with a pea-shooter; >>>>you'd have better success.
>>>Your army are a bunch of wankers.
>>Uh-huh. One of our divisions could dust an entire >>British corps, and be home for cocktails by early evening.
> Bollocks. 3 of your best divisions probably wouldn't > even contain an average UK football mob, let alone > a British corps.
17 South-Central L.A. Crips could handle all of Anfield Stadium.
> American 'fighters' huh, are all poofs.
That's not what British girls were saying in the 1940s.
>>>>> Not so. I rebuilt the carburetor on my Honda Civic >>>>> once,
>>>> You can't even spell one right,
>>> That's how it's spelled here.
>> Yes, wrongly.
> "Carburetor" is correct, unless you're messing about with Amals or other > obscure British-made parts. Go look at Mikuni's sites -- carburetors, > even in Europe.
>> No. The difference is, you have, and always have >> had a pen pushing job that doesn't require any >> brawn or physical risk to your health. I'm a >> working-class Brit: hard as nails.
> ...and dumb as rocks.
>>> Your tiny pinto
>> I find your use of the word "pinto" too coincidental >> for comfort in this conversation, seeing as it was a >> 2 litre SOHC pinto engine that gave me all the trouble >> in the first place. It may be that your mind reading >> skills are quite real afterall.
> Fully assembled Pinto 2 liter engines weigh about 400 pounds. No wonder > it gave you trouble, Hercules.
Hmmm...back in my 20s, I deadlifted over 500 lb. I wouldn't try that today, though.
>>> bean brain, and your >>> boundless braggadocio, made you think you were stronger >>> than you were.
>> Nope. I'm as strong as a small horse.
> Not anymore.
He's only talking about the glue. Dreck is knackered.
>> Bollocks. 3 of your best divisions probably wouldn't >> even contain an average UK football mob, let alone >> a British corps. American 'fighters' huh, are all poofs.
> We've kicked your asses in two wars (1776, 1812) and saved your nuts in > two others (WWI, WWII).
> No. Both were > 1.. The basis or motive for an action, decision, or conviction. > 2.. A declaration made to explain or justify action, decision, or conviction > 3.. An underlying fact or cause that provides logical sense for a premise > or occurrence. > http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=reasons
Try this one: A real or pretend reason or explanation. Thorndike-Barnhart Comprehensive Desk Dictionary
>>"Carburetor" is correct, unless you're messing about with Amals or other >>obscure British-made parts. Go look at Mikuni's sites -- carburetors, >>even in Europe.
Only because you're a git. A lot of your countrymen are finally catching up with the rest of us. I ordered a couple Amal monoblocs from a UK dealer and he has them listed with one T -- carburetor.
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>>>No. The difference is, you have, and always have >>>had a pen pushing job that doesn't require any >>>brawn or physical risk to your health. I'm a >>>working-class Brit: hard as nails.
>>...and dumb as rocks.
> Hardly. The average working class Brit is as sharp > as a tack and inventive.
You have to be inventive to make-do with such shit products like *anything* from Lucas Electrics. Did British car and motorcycle manufacturers have *any* quality control prior to the last decade? No.
>>Fully assembled Pinto 2 liter engines weigh about 400 pounds. No wonder >>it gave you trouble, Hercules.
> That sounds a bit heavy, but I wouldn't be surprised > if it weighed a good 250-300 with the head off. It's > not as if I had to shoulder press the damn thing, but > merely to lift it up and out of the engine bay.
Still constitutes more than a deadlift. And I'm sure the weight is right for a fully assembled engine.
>>>Nope. I'm as strong as a small horse.
>>Not anymore.
> Just as before.
No you're not. You'd be back in a garage if you were.
>>>Bollocks. 3 of your best divisions probably wouldn't >>>even contain an average UK football mob, let alone >>>a British corps. American 'fighters' huh, are all poofs.
>>We've kicked your asses in two wars (1776, 1812) and saved your nuts in >>two others (WWI, WWII).
> Poofs.
A lot of women in your mum's generation would take issue with you about that claim of pooftery. A lot of people your age have American half-brothers and -sisters. Who knows, even you might.
> Exactly. I don't believe in such a thing as an 'accident'. > There's always someone to praise or blame for an > incident or event, and sometimes that candidate will > be yourself. Moral judgment will tell you when, if you > have any.
We know already that you claim not to believe in it, and I showed a couple of years ago that it was a nonsense, the result of bad moral instruction by your worthless, shiftless drunk of a father. (I remember you offered his having occupied the position of union shop steward as some kind of testimonial to his ability to think through moral issues. That figured. British unions are associations of bandits.) In that debate, I quickly divined that you see life as, at best, a zero sum game, but in fact you really see it as a negative sum game.
You lost the debate then, and so naturally you lose it before it ever starts now. Accidents happen. Bad stuff happens for which no one is morally blameworthy (legal responsibility is another matter altogether.)
Your fatuous insistence that someone is always to blame is consistent with your lifelong lifelong shirking of moral responsibility, a bad quality that was publicly established beyond dispute years ago. You KNOW that you always shirk moral responsibility, hence you MUST believe that everyone else does that, too. Everyone else is not a sociopath as you are, so your assumption is wrong.
No. Both were 1.. The basis or motive for an action, decision, or conviction. 2.. A declaration made to explain or justify action, decision, or conviction 3.. An underlying fact or cause that provides logical sense for a premise or occurrence. http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=reasons
> >>I did it. My university roommate remembers it well.
> > I don't doubt he remembers every ghastly day of your > > rooming together. The poor man surely failed his > > subject and has you to blame for it.
> Actually, he completed his doctorate, and is rolling in > money. He also is my best friend, and was best man at > my wedding.
At the risk of using plurium interrogationum, why didn't your brother approve of your wedding and act as best man instead?
> > No. The difference is, you have, and always have > > had a pen pushing job that doesn't require any > > brawn or physical risk to your health. I'm a > > working-class Brit: hard as nails.
> Flabby, stupid, crude and brutish. Good for cannon > fodder
Heh. If a quirk in time had pitted us against each other during the Crimean war, according to Putnam's monthly magazine, 1855, as a gunner, your stout little frame and strength would've been bad news for me as a foot soldier.
"The artillery, too, is composed of taller men than it should be. The natural standard of size for an artillery-man is, that he should be big enough to unlimber a twelve pound gun, and five feet two to five feet six inches are ample for this purpose, as we know from abundant personal experience and observation. In fact, men of about five feet five, or six, inches, if stoutly made, are, generally, the best handlers of guns." http://www.researchpress.co.uk/bmh/britisharmy1855.htm
But that was then. It's the only window in history where you might've beaten me.
> > >Fully assembled Pinto 2 litre engines weigh about 400 > > > pounds. No wonder it gave you trouble, Hercules.
> > That sounds a bit heavy, but I wouldn't be surprised > > if it weighed a good 250-300 with the head off. It's > > not as if I had to shoulder press the damn thing, but > > merely to lift it up and out of the engine bay.
> Still constitutes more than a deadlift.
You're a fraud, 'suspect', because anyone who regularly trained at a gym, as you claim to have done, would've regularly seen 600+ on the bar in the loony deadlifter's corner. I was deadlifting 400 in my late teens, and could clean and jerk nearly half of it.
> And I'm sure the > weight is right for a fully assembled engine.
> No you're not. You'd be back in a garage if you were.
My mobility might be a bit crap, but I haven't lost anything else, much.
> >>>Bollocks. 3 of your best divisions probably wouldn't > >>>even contain an average UK football mob, let alone > >>>a British corps. American 'fighters' huh, are all poofs.
> >>We've kicked your asses in two wars (1776, 1812) and saved your nuts in > >>two others (WWI, WWII).
> > Poofs.
> A lot of women in your mum's generation would take issue with you about > that claim of pooftery. A lot of people your age have American > half-brothers and -sisters. Who knows, even you might.
Not a chance. I have a complete family tree including dates of birth, weddings etc. going back to Benjamin Nash who shared the same birthday as myself in 1848.
> > Exactly. I don't believe in such a thing as an 'accident'. > > There's always someone to praise or blame for an > > incident or event, and sometimes that candidate will > > be yourself. Moral judgment will tell you when, if you > > have any.
> We know already that you claim not to believe in it, > and I showed a couple of years ago that it was a > nonsense,
No, you didn't.
> the result of bad moral instruction by your > worthless, shiftless drunk of a father.
Fuck off. He never drank, and his moral instruction was pretty much conventional.
> (I remember > you offered his having occupied the position of union > shop steward as some kind of testimonial to his ability > to think through moral issues.
No. His position was due to his ability to talk 'for' both sides of any argument while remaining duty bound by his members to get what they wanted from the management.
> That figured. British unions are associations of bandits.)
Fuck off.
> In that debate, I > quickly divined that you see life as, at best, a zero > sum game,
Just like Neal, and going by your description of him in his "class-conscious view of the world", I think I have a lot in common with him.
> but in fact you really see it as a negative sum game.
Nope. You had it right the first time. Being an electrician, I know that the algebraic sum of currents flowing into and out of a junction will equal zero. Look up Kirchoffs 1st law.
> You lost the debate then,
Did I fuck.
> and so naturally you lose it > before it ever starts now. Accidents happen.
No, they don't. People take risks based on their calculations in getting away with things, even when they know the odds are stacked against them. They don't have accidents, although tossers like you give them the benefit of 'accident' every time.
> Bad > stuff happens for which no one is morally blameworthy > (legal responsibility is another matter altogether.)
Careful. Don't stick your neck out too far on this one. Bad stuff, i.e. CD could definitely be one of those bad actions vegans aren't morally responsible for according to that, and I shall beat you mercilessly with this if you don't watch it.
> Your fatuous insistence that someone is always to blame > is consistent with your lifelong lifelong shirking of > moral responsibility,
I never shirk my responsibilities. I simply refuse to take it for other people's wrong-doing, that's all. It's not that difficult to understand.
> a bad quality that was publicly > established beyond dispute years ago.
Derek wrote: >>>>Fully assembled Pinto 2 litre engines weigh about 400 >>>>pounds. No wonder it gave you trouble, Hercules.
>>>That sounds a bit heavy, but I wouldn't be surprised >>>if it weighed a good 250-300 with the head off. It's >>>not as if I had to shoulder press the damn thing, but >>>merely to lift it up and out of the engine bay.
>>Still constitutes more than a deadlift.
> You're a fraud, 'suspect', because anyone who regularly > trained at a gym, as you claim to have done, would've > regularly seen 600+ on the bar in the loony deadlifter's > corner. I was deadlifting 400 in my late teens, and could > clean and jerk nearly half of it.
"Constitutes more than a deadlift" means that "lift[ing] it up and out of the engine bay" is more than a deadlift in process, not necessarily in weight. You're stupid to have tried that cold morning or not, warmed up or not. I'll reserve comment on your overall stupidity since my remark was unintentionally vague.
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>>>>>Nope. I'm as strong as a small horse.
>>>>Not anymore.
>>>Just as before.
>>No you're not. You'd be back in a garage if you were.
> My mobility might be a bit crap, but I haven't > lost anything else, much.
What good is strength without range of motion?
>>>>We've kicked your asses in two wars (1776, 1812) and saved your nuts in >>>>two others (WWI, WWII).
>>>Poofs.
>>A lot of women in your mum's generation would take issue with you about >>that claim of pooftery. A lot of people your age have American >>half-brothers and -sisters. Who knows, even you might.
> Not a chance. I have a complete family tree including > dates of birth, weddings etc. going back to Benjamin > Nash who shared the same birthday as myself in 1848.
Family trees can be fudged, boy genius. Does yours contain DNA tests to prove paternity? I doubt *you* need it, but a lot of Brits your age do.
Derek wrote: >>Excuses. We can all see that they're excuses.
> No. Both were > 1.. The basis or motive for an action, decision, or conviction. > 2.. A declaration made to explain or justify action, decision, or conviction > 3.. An underlying fact or cause that provides logical sense for a premise > or occurrence. > http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=reasons
Excuse: a real or pretend reason or explanation. Thorndike-Barnhardt
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> But that was then. It's the only window in history > where you might've beaten me.
> > You can't even spell one right, let alone service > > one.
> We spell C-A-R-B-U-R-E-T-O-R,
And that's the wrong way to spell it.
> you spell C-A-R-B-U-R-E-T-T-O-R.
And that's the right way to spell it.
> Your lot have mastered the art of extra letters in > words: color, neighbor, etc.
Are you sure about that? My 'guess' is that you lazy Yanks dropped the vowel instead.
> You can't pronounce "tomato" properly, putz.
~toemartoe~ What's wrong with that?
> <snip> > >>Why don't > >>you try taking on the American army with a pea-shooter; > >>you'd have better success.
> > Your army are a bunch of wankers.
> They work for a living
So do male hairstylists: poofs. And besides, your uniform is shite and your drill is sloppy. You have no discipline.
> you sit at home after waddling down to the chip > and betting shops.
I'm really not that fat, considering my weight, and I hardly ever eat chips. I eat too many nuts and legumes than what's good for me, that's my problem.
>>>Exactly. I don't believe in such a thing as an 'accident'. >>>There's always someone to praise or blame for an >>>incident or event, and sometimes that candidate will >>>be yourself. Moral judgment will tell you when, if you >>>have any.
>>We know already that you claim not to believe in it, >>and I showed a couple of years ago that it was a >>nonsense,
> No, you didn't.
Of course I did, Dreck. It was child's play.
>>the result of bad moral instruction by your >>worthless, shiftless drunk of a father.
> Fuck off. He never drank, and his moral instruction > was pretty much conventional.
It wasn't. He explicitly taught you this nonsense that someone is *morally* to blame or praise for any outcome. That's rubbish. Your lout of a father was an uneducated, churlish brute. He embodied all the shitty qualities for which the British working class is notorious, one of the biggest being shirking and cheating the employer. Everything you learned from him was wrong.
>>(I remember >>you offered his having occupied the position of union >>shop steward as some kind of testimonial to his ability >>to think through moral issues.
> No.
YES, Dreck, you offered it as some kind of testament to his ability to think through moral issues.
> His position was due to his ability to talk 'for' both > sides of any argument while remaining duty bound by > his members to get what they wanted from the management.
His position was due to being a thug. He was an extortionist.
>>That figured. British unions are associations of bandits.)
> Fuck off.
No. I have that exactly right. Unionism in general is a bad thing, but British unions are the very worst in the western world. They are legalized gangsterism. Every rational person in the world cheered when Lady Thatcher got that hoodlum Arthur "Al Capone" Scargill's nuts in a vise over the pit closures back in the 1980s.
>>In that debate, I >>quickly divined that you see life as, at best, a zero >>sum game,
> Just like Neal, and going by your description of him in > his "class-conscious view of the world", I think I have > a lot in common with him.
None of it the good stuff. I well recall:
JB: [Neal, except it might have been 'Neil'] was exactly like you in his rigidly class-conscious view of the world, and its concomitant division into good guys / bad buys on that criterion alone. He was also like you in his wrongheaded view of life as a zero-sum game: someone else's gain must come at someone else's loss.
Shit4braincell yob: You're exactly right to know I agree with Neal. My sunny days are someone else's cloudy days.
JB: You didn't need to tell me that. I know it better than I know anything else about you.
It's a fundementally hateful outlook, which is a large part of how I knew it applied to you. "AR" is, fundamentally, about hate.
You are flatly wrong about life being a zero-sum game.
>>but in fact you really see it as a negative sum game.
> Nope. You had it right the first time. Being an electrician, > I know fuck-all about life.
You said it.
>>You lost the debate then,
> Did I fuck.
No. Your pecker hasn't worked for 20 years.
>>and so naturally you lose it >>before it ever starts now. Accidents happen.
> No, they don't. People take risks based on their > calculations in getting away with things,
No. There's a wrong-headed moral judgment in that stupid statement.
> even when > they know the odds are stacked against them.
Risk analysis theory shows otherwise. Most people are risk averse.
> They don't have accidents, although tossers like you give > them the benefit of 'accident' every time.
No. People do have accidents, and bad outcomes are analyzed on a case-by-case basis. Sometimes the analysis reveals that someone stupidly *did* try something because he "thought he could get away with it", and other times it reveals that the person exercised a proper standard of care but didn't have some critical piece of information, and so misjudged.
There's a third possibility. Stuff just goes wrong sometimes. It's only a moral shirker like you who assumes there *must* be someone else to blame, and it must be another shirker. Because you're a moral shit, just like your dead drunk dad, you assume everyone is.
>>Bad >>stuff happens for which no one is morally blameworthy >>(legal responsibility is another matter altogether.)
> Careful. Don't stick your neck out too far on this > one. Bad stuff, i.e. CD could definitely be one of > those bad actions vegans aren't morally responsible > for according to that, and I shall beat you mercilessly > with this if you don't watch it.
My neck is well protected, fuckwad. CD do not qualify. We have seen, conclusively, that the same standard of care is not taken for animals that is taken for humans. If humans were killed in the same reckless manner as animals, it would be easily seen that the killer behaved in a reckless manner. That no one cares, least of all "aras", is proof that the "aras" do not *really* believe in animal "rights".
>>Your fatuous insistence that someone is always to blame >>is consistent with your lifelong lifelong shirking of >>moral responsibility,
> I never shirk my responsibilities.
You are a lifelong shirker of any and all moral responsibility. If there's any bad outcome and you caused it, you say and do *anything* to try to weasel out of being held accountable. Your dirty behavior with respect to animal CDs is just the most blatant example.
> I simply refuse to > take it for other people's wrong-doing, that's all. > It's not that difficult to understand.
It goes far beyond that. You are a 100% shirker, so you assume wrongly that everyone is. You'd get the maximum sentence in the Prisoner's Dilemma.
>>a bad quality that was publicly >>established beyond dispute years ago.
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