...take up the entire front page as a TR marketing bomb for Supertopo.
Good idea. Get all the God haters off the front page. Seems like every other day a new thread pops up and all the God haters simply shift from one of dr.f's threads to the new one. The vast majority of the posters on those threads rarely post on any other thread. They have an agenda...to hate, they thrive on it, its their primary focus and motivation. The same dozen or more have been occupying such threads since I started to post here six years ago, and i lurked here for 2-3 years before that. They have no goal other than hate, and they haven't changed one iota. They wreak hate. Smother the front page with climbing oriented threads. Get them douch-bag haters where they belong, somewhere else, there are plenty of militant atheist threads elsewhere on the internet.
Thread after thread directed at so called right-wing causes, but it's the X'ians that they hate. They weave it into their hate filled spew, as if we'er the initiater's of whatever they are hating. In my opinion CMac and the sites Moderater's are as guilty as anyone, they allow them tto thrive. I could start dozens of counter threads, even more over the years, but the handful (3-4) threads that I have started, were climbing topics.
So, Kudos, carry on...
edit: Bro, ya got a gift of lightheartedness and humor, and are a crafty wordsmith to boot, so roll with it.
"A cheerful heart is good medicine." (Proverbs 17:22)
It’s 4:00pm in The Ahwahnee Bar. Micronut slides a clumsy hand across the smooth mahogany, between stacks of empty shot glasses towards a fresh fill of scotch, his knuckles still a bit swollen from the last few days of effort. The pretty brunette behind the bar thinks twice before splashing him another pour.
“Whoah there cowboy, lets pull in the reins. You’ve been here since breakfast and the dinner crowd is starting to stare. You don’t want to…….“ He cuts her off and points a chalky finger straight at her.
“Look Sabrina….It’s Sabrina right? “ He asks with a slur.
“You seem like a sweet gal. I got plenty of money, plenty of time and plenty of heartache. My boys are up there on El Cap right now and I’m sittin’ here on flat land with a knee the size of a cantaloupe and a nothing to show for a full year of big wall training other than whole bunch of bail. How bout you just pour.”
She drizzles a few fingers of 25 year old Macallan into a new glass and slides it his way.
“Besides, the whiskey numbs the pain……..”
Brushing some beer nut husks off his chest , he wanders over to the window. He stares out the glass, beyond the lovers in the courtyard and the tourists frolicking in the meadow. Out past the massive oaks and beyond the river. Upward he gazes….up into the seep, hard gray walls above the hotel. Up where he’d rather be. Up where he should be.
Adam or Mark...not sure who....can be seen right out on the edge up in this shot I took from the meadow.