(Hef) wrote in message ...
Just an FYI: I think anyone who looks at RAH on a daily basis, has too much time, too few friends, and a low self esteem. I haven't been on RAH in months, yet you sick-Os gravitate to this fantasy land to spew your own ignorant thoughts and
wisdoms.Most of you, are retired, have nothing to do but look at a computer screen, and your weekly golf and/or poker games with other's at your senior care center are not enough entertainment.
I say screw with eachother as much as you like. I'm working 14 hour days and
making things happen, while you whither away your time as you drewl in front of your compter screens. snip some sorry stuff here

Poor Jew Boy Jordie

Pac sez:

Dear Wingman,

You do have one redeeming quality after all: You're ill mannered. ;-)
LOL! (at you) :^D

If I hadn't read your dribble before, I'd swear you were a teen-ager.
Alas, you're an angry young man, much as I was one time (eons before I
started drooling.) The difference between you and me, is that I got
over it at 18. Before the gastly beer-belly showed-up, many years ago:
Unlike your pittiful half-pile of ratings, at 19 I was the youngest
B-737 type-rated pilot in the world; on a little-known Commercial
type-rating provision. (maybe that record still stands, I don't
know.) No one could believe it, least of all me. Somehow, I made it
through WAL's program (though just barely.) But then I couldn't even
get a job as a co-pilot. No one was going to hire an arrogant kid as
an airline pilot. So I had to settle for going back to college and
flight instructing on weekends for two years (at 22 finally landed a
job as a Dassault Fanjet Falcon 20 Co-pilot.) Your friend BWB,
according to his pals, has similar amazing stories of accomplishment
that I am just dying to hear about. I print copies of those stories
and some nights, when the old lady is jetting around the world, I pull
them out, with some single malt by the fireplace with my pals and we
read them and laugh our asses off. Sorry to tell you kid: I have
never printed out any of your one-dimentional poison pen dribble. :-)

What you don't know, and it's not because your Jewish, is that
time=money. From what I gather, you are an economic slave. You're
time is not really your own. I on the other hand, do anything I
desire. And after flying jets 20 years I long for the simple things,
just like Capt Doug said yesterday, like sleeping in my own bed with
my wife, playing with the dog, putzing around with the computer
between swims in the pool. Watching kids tussel in the yard.
Building silly things in my hangar. Playing with boats. Things I got
deprived of by being an international long-haul pilot. But unlike
you, I have a love, a passion about flying. You inch down your noodle
highway every day to some cubical in a stuffed up building. How can
you live like that? No thanks.

I see you have a repeated need to tell these old farts just how happy
you are all the time. That my boy is very telling.

Good Luck, you little ****,

pacplyer
Captian of all I survey, and Master of my own fate.