Posted on 06/02/2018 7:25:38 PM PDT by BenLurkin
Maybe you lack a whole chromosome.[snicker!]
Regards,
Cousin of mine base-jumped off Half Dome.
Jumped, pulled the cords, managed to steer to safety.
When they landed they cut away their chutes, jumped in the getaway car...and got away.
He’s done lunatic base jumps all over the country.
It’s amazing that the government can order you and me to avoid things like bacon or coffee because they might be dangerous, but still allow people to freeblast cliffs thousands of feet high on government owned property. They ought to at least charge the estates for cleanup costs, or even better, just leave the bodies for the buzzards.
Later that evening Kirk Spock and McCoy sit around a campfire and sing Row Row Row your Boat.
The government doesn't "order" you not to eat bacon or coffee, they suggest or give guidance, which very few people take seriously. Most of the idoit "guidance" is actually advocate liberal groups pretending the represent the government. It's called freedom to ignore them.
The government doesn't "allow" you climb government mountains. We the people own them.
Though, if a citizens dies climbing them, we should not pick up the tab for recovery. A cheap insurance policy should be required to climb if the worst happens.
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WTH?
Fake or real?
Look like a BASE jumper but his parachute pack looks very small.
The government doesn't tell anyone they can't smoke. It only tells people they can't smoke in situations where it has the potential to harm other people who do not choose to engage in that activity. Mountain climbing does not have any significant ability to harm others who choose not to engage in that activity. (Yes, I do understand it presents some risk to rescuers.) In other words, the government, appropriately, allows us plenty of freedom to kill ourselves by engaging in risky activities as long as it does not present a significant risk to others.
Questions?
Kewel...
I used to ride motorcycles. I put 10,000 miles on my CB450 in three months. Strapped my Fenwick ultralight with the Mitchell-Garcia 408 on the side and a box of jigs and caught smallmouth bass in every creek within a hundred miles.
Then one day, after a few close calls, I realized that the risk/reward ratio was no longer there, and gave it up.
Only bad part is having to watch the videos at family gatherings.
Not exactly shy about their marvelousness, those guys.
You want to know something funny? My dad was, shall we say, very permissive of his little girl (me). He would say things like when I went away to college “I hope she drinks.” He wanted me to be tan and dress nicely and go out and have fun. He would buy me drinks in restaurants when I was underaged. He wanted me to go overseas to school very young.
But dad had had too many patients who rode motorcycles that could never walk again. There was only one thing he ever told me NOT to do. He told me never to get on a motorcycle. That was his only commandment.
And I never did except in Europe on back roads which seemed safer. It felt great, we were drunk on hard cider... and I lived. But I love to see bikers riding the highways or the canyons. It just looks like fun from my mom mobile. Lol.
You’re father was a very wise man.
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