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As is so often the case, Terry talks out his ass on a subject he knows
nothing about. Free hint, Terry: You've *READ ABOUT IT*. Probably on a
web page that might or might not have any actual *CONTENT* that applies.
I, on the other hand, have *LIVED IT*. Which of us do you *REALLY* think
has more actual knowledge on the subject? It ain't you, I can assure you.
Further hint: Horse shit doesn't "pack down" worth diddly. It doesn't
form anything that even *REMOTELY* resembles "pavement". If there were,
as you so glibly describe, "feet" of horse shit in the streets, the
first rain amounting to more than "water dots in the dust" would turn
that street you claim is paved with "feet" of horse shit into a quagmire
that would be impassable by any means short of flying. Y'see, wet horse
shit turns into slop - "too thick to flow, too thin to plow" is a
description of swampland I recently encountered. And it's just as
applicable to anything more than an inch or so of wet horse shit as I've
ever heard.
I wonder what Terry would make of shots of the main street of Mackinac
Island - The area of the place with the most horse traffic of anywhere
on the island other than the barn yards. Since he's so sure that he's
right (despite being so totally wrong he isn't even facing in the
general direction of "right", let alone actually getting anywhere near
it) he'll probably come up with some doofus claim that he wishes would
refute this:
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http://www.theislandhouse.com/cam/image.jpg> This is a webcam shot
that, when it isn't frozen up because of the tired old Windows box that
runs it, gets updated approximately every 60 seconds, and shows an image
from The Island House Hotel on Mackinac. It looks across main street,
about a quarter mile from the heart of downtown. Wow... Look at all the
shit piled in the street!
Or maybe this:
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http://www.neatmail.com/hornscam/twebcam32.jpg>
This is a shot that also updates approximately once per minute (but is
also motion-triggered, so there may be spans without an update if
there's nothing moving) from Horn's Bar, which is also on Main Street -
the bottom edge of the image is about 30 feet from the intersection
(Astor Street and Main) that's in constant competition with the corner
of Grand Boulevard and Market street for the title of "most horse
traffic on the island". The pink & purple awnings in front of the dark
roof toward the top of the image is one side of the Arnold Transit dock
- where most of the supplies, materials, and equipment that keep the
place fed and operating comes onto the island and gets transferred onto
horse-drawn flatbeds for delivery. Those two driveways come in a close
third to Astor/Main and Grand/Market for horse traffic.
How much horse shit do you see, Terry old boy?
Or how about this one:
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http://12.145.171.71/goform/stream?cmd=get&channel=4>
A nearly-live stream (it might actually be "real-time" if you've got a
fast connection - for me, it usually lags anywhere from a few seconds to
a minute) from The Chippewa Hotel. The strut supporting the blue sign
that you see from the Horn's Bar camera keeps this camera from being
visible in the Horn's image. The Chippewa is the big white building up
against the top edge of the Horn's cam image - The Horn's camera might
be visible if the image from this camera were larger and the third flag
from the bottom weren't in the way. As I type this, I can see what
*COULD* be what's left of a horse taking a leak, and looking further
along, there *MAY* be a pile of road-apples a block or so down.
So, Terry, you wanna tell us some more about how deep the shit is? Or do
you want to face up to the reality that you once again don't have a clue
what you're talking about?
My money says you'll flip and flop and desperately try to bullshit your
way out of giving an answer that actually makes any sense.
Oh, and as for the smell, I'll take the aroma of horse and/or horse
byproducts, whether liquid or solid, over the stench of car or truck
exhaust any day of the week, thanks. As a further note, a horse's
lifespan is usually a lot closer to 20 years than 3. And of course,
if/when one drops dead in the traces, I'm sure you'd LOVE to claim it
just gets left where it falls. But that would hardly be surprising from
you, since it's clear you don't have so much as the first fucking CLUE
about horses, horse-drawn transportation, or the logistics involved.