Since this is the hill on which I don't wish to die, I must do something that's against my oath: surrender.
Oh, no, sweetheart, you don't get off so easy. You lay claim to flying fighter aircraft during the Korean War, so you can answer a simple question generated by a simple scenario: The port engine of your fighter aircraft ate itself on takeoff (end of the runway) and you don't have enough altitude nor airspeed to make it to the ocean so you can properly "ditch" your dying plane without hitting an apartment complex that is less than two miles from the end of the runway.
So, Chuck Yeager, what do you do?
Believe me, whoever you are, intelligent discussion is not what we have both regurgitated on this site. Rather we have engaged in picayune sophomoric twaddle.
And you, sir, are full of manure.
posted on 04/09/2012 11:49:21 AM PDT
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I’m not your sweetheart, but I do sense it is you that is full of manure.
Like the case fabricated by race-bating egocentrics in regard to the Zimmerman fiasco you are like a dog with a bone. That being said neither of us were there and it would seem to me that something could have been done. You had to be there; I had to be there, but without the ability to make a quick decision we won’t know if that was, indeed, possible.
posted on 04/10/2012 4:38:24 AM PDT
(We now have a government requiring citizens prove they are insured but not that they are citizens.)
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