>> Speaking of which, where is calvin since the election results came in?
>Last I heard, he was down in Florida driving around with Allen West,
>helping him impound voting machines.
I'm beginning to think that Florida's voting count issues are really just a bookend to their desire to be the first political primary. Basically, Florida is a state full of desperate attention seekers, striving to be the first and last word on every election.
> >> Speaking of which, where is calvin since the election results came in?
> >Last I heard, he was down in Florida driving around with Allen West,
> >helping him impound voting machines.
> I'm beginning to think that Florida's voting count issues are really just a
> bookend to their desire to be the first political primary. Basically,
> Florida is a state full of desperate attention seekers, striving to be the
> first and last word on every election.
It's where people go to die ...and then ill-advisedly change their
minds.
> Speaking of which, where is calvin since the election results came in? I
> know some of the voting lines got really long, but he should be home by now.
He stood at the window, trying not to think. But he kept
hearing words in his mind: Rearden Ore . . .
Rearden Coal . . . Rearden Steel . . . Rearden Metal . . .
What was the use? Why had he done it? Why should
he ever want to do anything again? . . .
His first day on the ledges of the ore mines . . . The day
when he stood in the wind, looking down at the ruins of
a steel plant . . . The day when he stood here, in this
office, at this window, and thought that a bridge could
be made to carry incredible loads on just a few bars of
metal, if one combined a truss with an arch, if one built
diagonal bracing with the top members curved to—
He stopped and stood still. He had not thought of
combining a truss with an arch, that day. In the next
moment, he was at his desk, bending over it, with one
knee on the seat of the chair, with no time to think of
sitting down, he was drawing lines, curves, triangles,
columns of calculations, indiscriminately on the
blueprints, on the desk blotter, on somebody's letters.
And an hour later, he was calling for a long-distance
line, he was waiting for a phone to ring by a bed in a
railway car on a siding, he was saying, "Dagny! That
bridge of ours—throw in the ash can all the drawings
I sent you, because . . . What? . . . Oh, that? To hell
with that! Never mind the looters and their laws!
Forget it! Dagny, what do we care! Listen, you know
the contraption you called the Rearden Truss, that
you admired so much? It's not worth a damn. I've
figured out a truss that will beat anything ever built!
Your bridge will carry four trains at once, stand three
hundred years and cost you less than your cheapest
culvert. I'll send you the drawings in two days, but I
wanted to tell you about it right now. You see, it's a
matter of combining a truss with an arch. If we take
diagonal bracing and . . .
What? . . . I can't hear you. Have you caught a cold? . . .
What are you thanking me for, as yet? Wait till I
explain it to you."
>> Speaking of which, where is calvin since the election results came in? I
>> know some of the voting lines got really long, but he should be home by >> now.
>He stood at the window, trying not to think. But he kept
>hearing words in his mind:
>> Speaking of which, where is calvin since the election results came in? I
>> know some of the voting lines got really long, but he should be home by now.
> He stood at the window, trying not to think. But he kept
> hearing words in his mind: Rearden Ore . . .
> Rearden Coal . . . Rearden Steel . . . Rearden Metal . . .
> What was the use? Why had he done it? Why should
> he ever want to do anything again? . . .
> His first day on the ledges of the ore mines . . . The day
> when he stood in the wind, looking down at the ruins of
> a steel plant . . . The day when he stood here, in this
> office, at this window, and thought that a bridge could
> be made to carry incredible loads on just a few bars of
> metal, if one combined a truss with an arch, if one built
> diagonal bracing with the top members curved to
> He stopped and stood still. He had not thought of
> combining a truss with an arch, that day. In the next
> moment, he was at his desk, bending over it, with one
> knee on the seat of the chair, with no time to think of
> sitting down, he was drawing lines, curves, triangles,
> columns of calculations, indiscriminately on the
> blueprints, on the desk blotter, on somebody's letters.
> And an hour later, he was calling for a long-distance
> line, he was waiting for a phone to ring by a bed in a
> railway car on a siding, he was saying, "Dagny! That
> bridge of ours throw in the ash can all the drawings
> I sent you, because . . . What? . . . Oh, that? To hell
> with that! Never mind the looters and their laws!
> Forget it! Dagny, what do we care! Listen, you know
> the contraption you called the Rearden Truss, that
> you admired so much? It's not worth a damn. I've
> figured out a truss that will beat anything ever built!
> Your bridge will carry four trains at once, stand three
> hundred years and cost you less than your cheapest
> culvert. I'll send you the drawings in two days, but I
> wanted to tell you about it right now. You see, it's a
> matter of combining a truss with an arch. If we take
> diagonal bracing and . . .
> What? . . . I can't hear you. Have you caught a cold? . . .
> What are you thanking me for, as yet? Wait till I
> explain it to you."
> - Atlas Shrugged
You really do have to be the dumbest old motherfucker who ever came down the pike. What does it even mean, "combining a truss with an arch," and what comes after that, "...take diagonal bracing.."(?) You, stupid fuck, are blissfully inspired by an inferior fiction writer's slinging around of a couple of common terms no decent engineer would use, capped off by an ellipsis leading to nowhere you can either imagine or have the intellectual ability to conjecture, and elevate nonsense prose to actual existence of tangible goods that a faceless pool of grasping "looters" is poised to seize.
There really aren't enough words--and even one would be squandered--to describe a blithering moron such as you are.
"reilloc" <reil...@gmail.com> wrote:
> You really do have to be the dumbest old motherfucker who ever came down > the pike. What does it even mean, "combining a truss with an arch," and > what comes after that, "...take diagonal bracing.."(?) You, stupid fuck, > are blissfully inspired by an inferior fiction writer's slinging around of > a couple of common terms no decent engineer would use, capped off by an > ellipsis leading to nowhere you can either imagine or have the > intellectual ability to conjecture, and elevate nonsense prose to actual > existence of tangible goods
There is a reason it is called *science fiction*. Faster than Light Travel, time travel, interdimensional travel, transporters, etc... would all fall into the same category of 'toss out a few semi technical words and then do some handwaving to completion'.
On Nov 8, 1:55 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
> "reilloc" <reil...@gmail.com> wrote:
> > You really do have to be the dumbest old motherfucker who ever came down
> > the pike. What does it even mean, "combining a truss with an arch," and
> > what comes after that, "...take diagonal bracing.."(?) You, stupid fuck,
> > are blissfully inspired by an inferior fiction writer's slinging around of
> > a couple of common terms no decent engineer would use, capped off by an
> > ellipsis leading to nowhere you can either imagine or have the
> > intellectual ability to conjecture, and elevate nonsense prose to actual
> > existence of tangible goods
> There is a reason it is called *science fiction*. Faster than Light Travel,
> time travel, interdimensional travel, transporters, etc... would all fall
> into the same category of 'toss out a few semi technical words and then do
> some handwaving to completion'.
The two of you really think that engineering,
or faux engineering, was the point of that
selection, or the point of my choice of it?
"calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
>On Nov 8, 1:55 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
>> "reilloc" <reil...@gmail.com> wrote:
>> > You really do have to be the dumbest old motherfucker who ever came >> > down
>> > the pike. What does it even mean, "combining a truss with an arch," and
>> > what comes after that, "...take diagonal bracing.."(?) You, stupid >> > fuck,
>> > are blissfully inspired by an inferior fiction writer's slinging around >> > of
>> > a couple of common terms no decent engineer would use, capped off by an
>> > ellipsis leading to nowhere you can either imagine or have the
>> > intellectual ability to conjecture, and elevate nonsense prose to >> > actual
>> > existence of tangible goods
>> There is a reason it is called *science fiction*. Faster than Light >> Travel,
>> time travel, interdimensional travel, transporters, etc... would all fall
>> into the same category of 'toss out a few semi technical words and then >> do
>> some handwaving to completion'.
>The two of you really think that engineering,
>or faux engineering, was the point of that
>selection, or the point of my choice of it?
I assumed your ATLAS rambling was a message about the coming doom of the mob society (some response to the election results?). My followup to reilloc, though, was to address that much/most of science fiction offers the same level of handwaving that he was complaining about occurring in the passage you quoted from ATLAS SHRUGGED.
> "calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
> >On Nov 8, 1:55 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
> >> "reilloc" <reil...@gmail.com> wrote:
> >> > You really do have to be the dumbest old motherfucker who ever came
> >> > down
> >> > the pike. What does it even mean, "combining a truss with an arch," and
> >> > what comes after that, "...take diagonal bracing.."(?) You, stupid
> >> > fuck,
> >> > are blissfully inspired by an inferior fiction writer's slinging around
> >> > of
> >> > a couple of common terms no decent engineer would use, capped off by an
> >> > ellipsis leading to nowhere you can either imagine or have the
> >> > intellectual ability to conjecture, and elevate nonsense prose to
> >> > actual
> >> > existence of tangible goods
> >> There is a reason it is called *science fiction*. Faster than Light
> >> Travel,
> >> time travel, interdimensional travel, transporters, etc... would all fall
> >> into the same category of 'toss out a few semi technical words and then
> >> do
> >> some handwaving to completion'.
> >The two of you really think that engineering,
> >or faux engineering, was the point of that
> >selection, or the point of my choice of it?
> I assumed your ATLAS rambling was a message about the coming doom of the mob
> society (some response to the election results?). My followup to reilloc,
> though, was to address that much/most of science fiction offers the same
> level of handwaving that he was complaining about occurring in the passage
> you quoted from ATLAS SHRUGGED.
I reject your 'welcome back'. Thanks but no thanks.
moviePig and 'Tom' claim to have read the book.
Let them explain the excerpt. Good day, sir.
"calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
>On Nov 8, 2:41 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
>> "calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
>> >The two of you really think that engineering,
>> >or faux engineering, was the point of that
>> >selection, or the point of my choice of it?
>> I assumed your ATLAS rambling was a message about the coming doom of the >> mob
>> society (some response to the election results?). My followup to reilloc,
>> though, was to address that much/most of science fiction offers the same
>> level of handwaving that he was complaining about occurring in the >> passage
>> you quoted from ATLAS SHRUGGED.
>I reject your 'welcome back'. Thanks but no thanks.
>moviePig and 'Tom' claim to have read the book.
>Let them explain the excerpt. Good day, sir.
I eagerly await enlightenment, but I'm worried that no one other than yourself may know the true meaning that you intended to convey.
On Nov 8, 2:56 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
> "calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
> >I reject your 'welcome back'. Thanks but no thanks.
> >moviePig and 'Tom' claim to have read the book.
> >Let them explain the excerpt. Good day, sir.
> I eagerly await enlightenment, but I'm worried that no one other than
> yourself may know the true meaning that you intended to convey.
He stood at the window, trying not to think. ...
What was the use? Why had he done it? Why should
he ever want to do anything again? . . .
"Dagny! That
bridge of ours—throw in the ash can all the drawings
I sent you, because . . . What? . . . Oh, that? To hell
with that! Never mind the looters and their laws!
Forget it! Dagny, what do we care! ...
What? . . . I can't hear you. Have you caught a cold? . . .
What are you thanking me for, as yet? Wait till I
explain it to you."
"calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
>On Nov 8, 2:56 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
>> "calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
>> >I reject your 'welcome back'. Thanks but no thanks.
>> >moviePig and 'Tom' claim to have read the book.
>> >Let them explain the excerpt. Good day, sir.
>> I eagerly await enlightenment, but I'm worried that no one other than
>> yourself may know the true meaning that you intended to convey.
>He stood at the window, trying not to think. ...
>What was the use? Why had he done it? Why should
>he ever want to do anything again? . . .
> "Dagny! That
>bridge of ours throw in the ash can all the drawings
>I sent you, because . . . What? . . . Oh, that? To hell
>with that! Never mind the looters and their laws!
>Forget it! Dagny, what do we care! ...
>What? . . . I can't hear you. Have you caught a cold? . . .
>What are you thanking me for, as yet? Wait till I
>explain it to you."
> "calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
> >On Nov 8, 2:56 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
> >> "calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
> >> >I reject your 'welcome back'. Thanks but no thanks.
> >> >moviePig and 'Tom' claim to have read the book.
> >> >Let them explain the excerpt. Good day, sir.
> >> I eagerly await enlightenment, but I'm worried that no one other than
> >> yourself may know the true meaning that you intended to convey.
> >He stood at the window, trying not to think. ...
> >What was the use? Why had he done it? Why should
> >he ever want to do anything again? . . .
> > "Dagny! That
> >bridge of ours—throw in the ash can all the drawings
> >I sent you, because . . . What? . . . Oh, that? To hell
> >with that! Never mind the looters and their laws!
> >Forget it! Dagny, what do we care! ...
> >What? . . . I can't hear you. Have you caught a cold? . . .
> >What are you thanking me for, as yet? Wait till I
> >explain it to you."
> Thanks for the explanation.
I assume that was sarcasm. Maybe I was wrong not to
explain the context. I thought the context could easily
be inferred from the excerpt.
There had just been decreed a horrible, industry killing
collection of economic directives. Thus Rearden was
depressed, and wondering what had been the use of
his whole life, when it had all come to this.
But then he suddenly thought of something that fired
him up again, a mental breakthrough that could be
translated into action and production. Forgetting
his temporary depression, he was alive again, and
fully functioning.
Then he excitedly called Dagny, who also was
depressed from hearing of the government's new
economic 'solutions'. But he had forgotten about
that and had no time for it. "Forget that. Listen."
And Dagny, too, was lifted out of her despair by
Rearden's example of how he had pulled himself
out of it.
> >> I eagerly await enlightenment, but I'm worried that no one other than
> >> yourself may know the true meaning that you intended to convey.
>There had just been decreed a horrible, industry killing
>collection of economic directives. Thus Rearden was
>depressed, and wondering what had been the use of
>his whole life, when it had all come to this.
>But then he suddenly thought of something that fired
>him up again, a mental breakthrough that could be
>translated into action and production. Forgetting
>his temporary depression, he was alive again, and
>fully functioning.
>Then he excitedly called Dagny, who also was
>depressed from hearing of the government's new
>economic 'solutions'. But he had forgotten about
>that and had no time for it. "Forget that. Listen."
>And Dagny, too, was lifted out of her despair by
>Rearden's example of how he had pulled himself
>out of it.
So, I asked 'where is calvin since the election results came in'.
Your reply with this quote from ATLAS SHRUGGED was to demonstrate that the world had suddenly changed to lift us out of despair and give us hope after all?
> "calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
> > On Nov 8, 3:07 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
> > >> I eagerly await enlightenment, but I'm worried that no one other than
> > >> yourself may know the true meaning that you intended to convey.
> >There had just been decreed a horrible, industry killing
> >collection of economic directives. Thus Rearden was
> >depressed, and wondering what had been the use of
> >his whole life, when it had all come to this.
> >But then he suddenly thought of something that fired
> >him up again, a mental breakthrough that could be
> >translated into action and production. Forgetting
> >his temporary depression, he was alive again, and
> >fully functioning.
> >Then he excitedly called Dagny, who also was
> >depressed from hearing of the government's new
> >economic 'solutions'. But he had forgotten about
> >that and had no time for it. "Forget that. Listen."
> >And Dagny, too, was lifted out of her despair by
> >Rearden's example of how he had pulled himself
> >out of it.
> So, I asked 'where is calvin since the election results came in'.
> Your reply with this quote from ATLAS SHRUGGED was to demonstrate that the
> world had suddenly changed to lift us out of despair and give us hope after
> all?
I don't know if you're joking, or being intentionally obtuse,
or what. I will explain this last link and then try to stay the
hell away from you people. No, I'm not leaving the group
permanently again, but this impossibility of communication
reminds me that it's just no fun around here.
I thought you would assume that the election outcome
got me down. So I posted what was to me an inspiring
piece of ('pedestrian', William will say) prose that was
meant by the author to show that the actions of other
people need only reach a depth into one's psyche that
is nowhere near that person's core.
This particular Atlas Shrugged thread was not started by
me, by the way, nor was it drifted to the election by me,
nor was I the one who made it about me. That was done
'reilloc' and you.
> On Nov 8, 2:56 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
>> "calvin" <cri...@windstream.net> wrote:
>>> I reject your 'welcome back'. Thanks but no thanks.
>>> moviePig and 'Tom' claim to have read the book.
>>> Let them explain the excerpt. Good day, sir.
>> I eagerly await enlightenment, but I'm worried that no one other than
>> yourself may know the true meaning that you intended to convey.
> He stood at the window, trying not to think. ...
> What was the use? Why had he done it? Why should
> he ever want to do anything again? . . .
> "Dagny! That
> bridge of ours—throw in the ash can all the drawings
> I sent you, because . . . What? . . . Oh, that? To hell
> with that! Never mind the looters and their laws!
> Forget it! Dagny, what do we care! ...
> What? . . . I can't hear you. Have you caught a cold? . . .
> What are you thanking me for, as yet? Wait till I
> explain it to you."
Somewhere, in time or space, bad fiction or just unsorted lists of words, there's a Dagny for Calvin, waiting by the phone to hear his voice say, "I finally got them to sell me that bridge in Brooklyn, dear."
> On Nov 8, 3:07 pm, "Obveeus" <Obve...@aol.com> wrote:
> > >> I eagerly await enlightenment, but I'm worried that no one other than
> > >> yourself may know the true meaning that you intended to convey.
> >There had just been decreed a horrible, industry killing
> >collection of economic directives. Thus Rearden was
> >depressed, and wondering what had been the use of
> >his whole life, when it had all come to this.
> >But then he suddenly thought of something that fired
> >him up again, a mental breakthrough that could be
> >translated into action and production. Forgetting
> >his temporary depression, he was alive again, and
> >fully functioning.
> >Then he excitedly called Dagny, who also was
> >depressed from hearing of the government's new
> >economic 'solutions'. But he had forgotten about
> >that and had no time for it. "Forget that. Listen."
> >And Dagny, too, was lifted out of her despair by
> >Rearden's example of how he had pulled himself
> >out of it.
> So, I asked 'where is calvin since the election results came in'.
> Your reply with this quote from ATLAS SHRUGGED was to demonstrate that the
> world had suddenly changed to lift us out of despair and give us hope after
> all?
I don't need to be lifted out of despair. I've been watching Fox News
since Tuesday night and I couldn't be more cheerful. I'm shallow. I
derive happiness from the despair of others.
