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On 2003-11-20 19:21:26 -0800, "Jay Honeck" said
--snipped a whole lot of stuff that really didn't need to be said, especially in an aviation newsgroup - My goodness, Jay. Get a grip. |
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LOL...you asked for it...
you ready to move to sin city yet (las vegas) There isnt a church anywhere near where I live, we have 4 new sports bars in my neighborhood, but no churches. Jay Honeck wrote: Yesterday was clear, in the 60s (in November in Iowa!), and -- best of all -- our day off. With the kids in school, and the plane fully fueled, it was off to...where? Prairie du Chein, sitting at the confluence of the Mississippi and Wisconsin Rivers, beckoned, with its beautiful approaches, favorable runways, and a riverboat casino that would fetch us over to their excellent lunch buffet. So, we pointed Atlas in that general direction, and puttered our way to Wisconsin at a paltry 109 knots -- we were bucking a 35 knot headwind all the way! Luckily, above 3500 feet it was smooth as a baby's bottom. Calling PDC from 10 minutes out, we asked them to call the casino's courtesy vehicle for us. To our surprise, they announced that it was "already on the way" -- apparently someone was there ahead of us, and had already made the call. After a beautiful (if bumpy) approach (thanks to the wind hitting the huge bluffs that line the river by PDC) I taxied up to the terminal, and parked next to a gorgeous blood-red Mooney. It was immaculate, and the paint really set it apart. Upon strolling inside, we discovered two older gentlemen, one of whom owned the Mooney -- evidently the folks who had called the casino. The courtesy van was already there, so we hopped in the back and all rode over together. The usual introductions were made, and standard pilot talk ensued. It turned out that the Mooney was a '67 model, and both guys were retired and in their mid-70s. One had been a Sears store manager for many years, and the other -- the owner of the Mooney -- was a successful real estate developer. The conversation flowed smoothly, and the ride went quickly. As we disembarked from the van, we bid them adieu and went our separate ways. In the buffet line, we ran into them again. While I was filling my salad bowl, the old Sears manager asked me if we cared to join them for lunch? Since we were sans kids, and they were mighty nice company, Mary and I allowed that joining them was a grand idea, and proceeded to confuse the wait staff by moving our beverages across the room to their table. Once we were all seated with our food, the real estate guy announced that it was their habit to pray before meals, and asked if we might join them. I frankly found this a bit odd, in a casino buffet, but to be polite we affirmed the idea and bowed our heads while the Sears guy recited a prayer about safe flying and good eating. Mary and I exchanged the old "uh-oh" glance, but we still hoped that things would progress normally. It was not to be. As lunch proceeded, we began discussing Iowa City, and how terrific the school system was, and they guided the conversation uncomfortably into what church we attended with our kids. Mary struggled bravely to answer that question in a way that wouldn't offend these obviously religious men, but there was simply no way to hide the fact that we didn't take them to ANY church. I then proceeded to explain that we had both been raised hyper-Catholic, and had been bludgeoned to death with our heavy-handed religious upbringings. We were going to let our children decide their religion when they reached the age of reason. This was a mistake. I might as well have tossed blood into shark-infested waters. The next question, after a pause, was from the Sears guy, asking whether we had Gideon bibles in our hotel suites. I chuckled, and allowed that we did. I then went on to say how we'd even seen some competition amongst the various religious sects in town, with the Mormons trying to get us to put their "Book of Mormon" texts in all the suites, too. Still chuckling, I remarked that we had to draw the line somewhere, or we'd have to put the Koran and the Hindu texts in the suites, too. This was another mistake. The Sears guy turned out to be a Gideon, and he didn't warm to the notion that I was equating his King James Bible with the Koran. Soon, both men were quoting scripture to us, chapter and verse, "proving" how "easy" it was to be "saved" by the "true Lord, Jesus", as opposed to the heathen gods of the other religions. By now we were both growing incredibly uncomfortable, and I had that horrible "this must be a nightmare" feeling rising in the pit of my stomach. Not knowing whether to bolt or tell them to f*ck off, I just sat there silently, dumbly smiling at them in disbelief. Then the Sears guy asked me if I knew how "truly easy" it was to be "saved"? I replied, quite honestly, "no". (ANOTHER mistake!) He then told me that I didn't have to close my eyes, nor did I even have to be in church -- I only had to say the following prayer along with him, giving myself over to Jesus Christ. He then asked, directly, "Would I be willing to say this little prayer aloud with him?" The heat in my face was really rising now, and I felt like everyone in that casino was staring DIRECTLY at the back of my head. What could I say to someone so earnest, yet so incredibly rude? I smiled, placed my hand firmly on his shoulder, and told him that I most certainly was NOT going to pray with him in a casino. I then went back to eating, trying to think of some way -- ANY way -- to escape this insane situation. Mary finally came up with the answer -- she bolted, and went to the bathroom! Abandoned, I was a helpless target for their religious zeal, and felt myself being carried along by their verbal diarrhea. There was simply no escape, and I politely listened while they explained to me everything from everlasting salvation, to the tax advantages of tithing 20% of my income to the church... At last Mary returned, and announced that we were late to get back to pick up the kids from school. Never had I been so grateful for bad news in my life, and I quickly jumped up, shook both their hands, thanked them for an "interesting" lunch, and headed toward the door, on the double. Feeling like I'd just been delivered from the Gates of Hell, we told the driver (the same guy who had picked us up) about the two bible-beater pilots. He was as dumb-founded as we were, and apologized profusely, as if he had just forced us to eat lunch with a couple of sloppy drunks. He allowed that their kind was exceedingly rare at the casino -- an observation that made us laugh out loud. We then warned him to keep his mouth shut when he gave them a ride back, or risk wasting the entire afternoon, which got him chuckling -- until his radio crackled to life, and the dispatcher announced that he had "Two more to go back to the airport" when he got back. His face fell as he knew that deliverance would not be his today... Then it was *our* turn to laugh! Our flight home was fast (175 knots, thanks to that tail wind) and uneventful, but our lunch had been completely ruined, and we could only shake our heads in wonder at the audacity of these men. The gall and sheer tastelessness of their behavior had us recounting every detail of the experience all the way home, as if we had just witnessed a train wreck. We realized (with a shudder) that these men were only one or two steps removed from the Islamo-Fascists we are currently fighting in the Middle East, the only difference being their hair style and their dogma. Until yesterday I had run into religious fanatics and cult followers in every walk of life EXCEPT aviation. I guess I had assumed that anyone smart enough to get their pilot's certificate couldn't be so gullible -- and rude -- as to go around trying to "save" perfect strangers. I still have a hard time believing that it wasn't some sort of a "Candid Camera" set up, but I'm afraid they really, honestly thought they were doing the right thing. Anyone ever run into this before? What did you do? -- Jay Honeck Iowa City, IA Pathfinder N56993 www.AlexisParkInn.com "Your Aviation Destination" |
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("Yossarian" wrote)
real POH. I looked but couldn't find the weight and balance section. Give me a break. Prety level headed volley - well thought out presentation of his point of view. I liked Ian's post. "Isn't it time you quit worshipping the Pathfinder parked out back..." That was almost Marty, Marty, Marty funny. g Now, whether I agree with Ian, or not, is another matter. -- Montblack |
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's' funny, he doesn't LOOK Druish.
Jim "Mike Rapoport" shared these priceless pearls of wisdom: - It -would be more fun to convince them that you are a Druid Jim Weir (A&P/IA, CFI, & other good alphabet soup) VP Eng RST Pres. Cyberchapter EAA Tech. Counselor http://www.rst-engr.com |
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On Fri, 21 Nov 2003, Ian wrote:
Anyone ever run into this before? What did you do? All you had to do was get up and leave instead of agonizing over the politeness of how to exit. Nobody forced you to sit there and listen to it. It's clear you and your family have no moral guidance. snip a whole lot more religious drivel Lack of religious conviction != lack of morals. The arrogant assuption that having religion equals having morals can be refuted just by accessing any news source or history book. For example, it's likely that whoever just carbombed Istanbul had plenty of religion - but they didn't have an iota of morals. Likewise those good "Christian" knights in the First Crusade who slaughtered most of the inhabitants of Jerusalem. Lots of religion, no morals. Some of us use adult, rational thought to arrive at a moral framework, instead of selected mistranslated passages from a book of tribal mythology. Feel free to continue denying God, Thank you, I shall. I stopped really believing in fairy tales when I was eight or so, after all. None of you folks have any proof for your claims, that I've seen. It's especially hard for smart, successful people like yourself to believe that they need Jesus because it makes them accept the fact that they are inadequate and incomplete without Him. Well get used to that concept. Some of us do quite nicely without Jesus, or any other invisible friend. There is no "concept" that I or anyone else needs to "get used to", sir. Right... I was going to post something mildly amusing about Jay's unfortunate encounter, but this twit pushed several of my buttons at once... An athiest has no invisible means of support. (Actually, I consider myself an agnostic. Religion might be correct, but some actual proof would be nice to see...) Irritated, Brian. |
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On Fri, 21 Nov 2003 03:21:26 GMT, "Jay Honeck"
wrote: Anyone ever run into this before? What did you do? Run like hell? Seriously. I'm a Christian, but don't walk through life looking for souls to, in but a moment, 'save.' And I have difficulty with those who would want to so quickly take authority over mine and claim a personal victory; in the name of righteousness (which I do respect). Their pushiness takes on a predatory nature I would want to stay away from, of course. Preachers to the soul have much to prove if they expect (_tactically demand_) to have that kind of influence on me! As for wanting to run, I am the emotional type, but also not the wordy type. So a casual change in conversation (getting a proper 'grip,' as written in previous replies) is not likely with me either. I would probably just say nothing, letting the conversation trail off uncomfortably until they changed the subject or left, or I got the courage and just left on my own. As for my salvation, it is not in doubt with me, but they always seem to want to take it from me with their preferred method. I'm nearly always convinced from the start it is they who need help (and are in no ways open to it); having bared fangs long enough to bite and not let go. Consider the conversation as lost, then play dead till someone leaves. That's my advice. Mike, There are other approaches under different circumstances, and previous posters indicated they wanted to leave those options open. I agree, but this post hit a nerve. If the conversational tactics are pressured, abnormal, then make it hurt for them also. They need to learn a lesson or two. |
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Jay,
Anyone ever run into this before? What did you do? Stand up for YOUR beliefs - or non-beliefs. It's the only way. If they have the freedom to have their view - and they should - then it is your right to have your own. Try to end the discussion by allowing that people have different opinions about this, yours differs from theirs, and you'd rather discuss something else. That's one way. The other, of course, is trying to convince them. Just like a good newsgroup discussion. Good luck! ;-) -- Thomas Borchert (EDDH) |
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Lenny,
Tell me again how many people have died in wars based on nothing but religion? That was the case in the vast majority of wars, I would say. Of course, in most, religion was just a cover for power mongering - but that seems to be common in religion anyway. -- Thomas Borchert (EDDH) |
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"Jay Honeck" wrote in message news:Wwfvb.262377$Fm2.278122@attbi_s04... Yesterday was clear, in the 60s (in November in Iowa!), and -- best of all -- our day off. With the kids in school, and the plane fully fueled, it was off to...where? Prairie du Chein, sitting at the confluence of the Mississippi and Wisconsin Rivers, beckoned, with its beautiful approaches, favorable runways, and a riverboat casino that would fetch us over to their excellent lunch buffet. So, we pointed Atlas in that general direction, and puttered our way to Wisconsin at a paltry 109 knots -- we were bucking a 35 knot headwind all the way! Luckily, above 3500 feet it was smooth as a baby's bottom. Calling PDC from 10 minutes out, we asked them to call the casino's courtesy vehicle for us. To our surprise, they announced that it was "already on the way" -- apparently someone was there ahead of us, and had already made the call. After a beautiful (if bumpy) approach (thanks to the wind hitting the huge bluffs that line the river by PDC) I taxied up to the terminal, and parked next to a gorgeous blood-red Mooney. It was immaculate, and the paint really set it apart. Upon strolling inside, we discovered two older gentlemen, one of whom owned the Mooney -- evidently the folks who had called the casino. The courtesy van was already there, so we hopped in the back and all rode over together. The usual introductions were made, and standard pilot talk ensued. It turned out that the Mooney was a '67 model, and both guys were retired and in their mid-70s. One had been a Sears store manager for many years, and the other -- the owner of the Mooney -- was a successful real estate developer. The conversation flowed smoothly, and the ride went quickly. As we disembarked from the van, we bid them adieu and went our separate ways. In the buffet line, we ran into them again. While I was filling my salad bowl, the old Sears manager asked me if we cared to join them for lunch? Since we were sans kids, and they were mighty nice company, Mary and I allowed that joining them was a grand idea, and proceeded to confuse the wait staff by moving our beverages across the room to their table. Once we were all seated with our food, the real estate guy announced that it was their habit to pray before meals, and asked if we might join them. I frankly found this a bit odd, in a casino buffet, but to be polite we affirmed the idea and bowed our heads while the Sears guy recited a prayer about safe flying and good eating. Mary and I exchanged the old "uh-oh" glance, but we still hoped that things would progress normally. It was not to be. As lunch proceeded, we began discussing Iowa City, and how terrific the school system was, and they guided the conversation uncomfortably into what church we attended with our kids. Mary struggled bravely to answer that question in a way that wouldn't offend these obviously religious men, but there was simply no way to hide the fact that we didn't take them to ANY church. I then proceeded to explain that we had both been raised hyper-Catholic, and had been bludgeoned to death with our heavy-handed religious upbringings. We were going to let our children decide their religion when they reached the age of reason. This was a mistake. I might as well have tossed blood into shark-infested waters. The next question, after a pause, was from the Sears guy, asking whether we had Gideon bibles in our hotel suites. I chuckled, and allowed that we did. I then went on to say how we'd even seen some competition amongst the various religious sects in town, with the Mormons trying to get us to put their "Book of Mormon" texts in all the suites, too. Still chuckling, I remarked that we had to draw the line somewhere, or we'd have to put the Koran and the Hindu texts in the suites, too. This was another mistake. The Sears guy turned out to be a Gideon, and he didn't warm to the notion that I was equating his King James Bible with the Koran. Soon, both men were quoting scripture to us, chapter and verse, "proving" how "easy" it was to be "saved" by the "true Lord, Jesus", as opposed to the heathen gods of the other religions. By now we were both growing incredibly uncomfortable, and I had that horrible "this must be a nightmare" feeling rising in the pit of my stomach. Not knowing whether to bolt or tell them to f*ck off, I just sat there silently, dumbly smiling at them in disbelief. Then the Sears guy asked me if I knew how "truly easy" it was to be "saved"? I replied, quite honestly, "no". (ANOTHER mistake!) He then told me that I didn't have to close my eyes, nor did I even have to be in church -- I only had to say the following prayer along with him, giving myself over to Jesus Christ. He then asked, directly, "Would I be willing to say this little prayer aloud with him?" The heat in my face was really rising now, and I felt like everyone in that casino was staring DIRECTLY at the back of my head. What could I say to someone so earnest, yet so incredibly rude? I smiled, placed my hand firmly on his shoulder, and told him that I most certainly was NOT going to pray with him in a casino. I then went back to eating, trying to think of some way -- ANY way -- to escape this insane situation. Mary finally came up with the answer -- she bolted, and went to the bathroom! Abandoned, I was a helpless target for their religious zeal, and felt myself being carried along by their verbal diarrhea. There was simply no escape, and I politely listened while they explained to me everything from everlasting salvation, to the tax advantages of tithing 20% of my income to the church... At last Mary returned, and announced that we were late to get back to pick up the kids from school. Never had I been so grateful for bad news in my life, and I quickly jumped up, shook both their hands, thanked them for an "interesting" lunch, and headed toward the door, on the double. Feeling like I'd just been delivered from the Gates of Hell, we told the driver (the same guy who had picked us up) about the two bible-beater pilots. He was as dumb-founded as we were, and apologized profusely, as if he had just forced us to eat lunch with a couple of sloppy drunks. He allowed that their kind was exceedingly rare at the casino -- an observation that made us laugh out loud. We then warned him to keep his mouth shut when he gave them a ride back, or risk wasting the entire afternoon, which got him chuckling -- until his radio crackled to life, and the dispatcher announced that he had "Two more to go back to the airport" when he got back. His face fell as he knew that deliverance would not be his today... Then it was *our* turn to laugh! Our flight home was fast (175 knots, thanks to that tail wind) and uneventful, but our lunch had been completely ruined, and we could only shake our heads in wonder at the audacity of these men. The gall and sheer tastelessness of their behavior had us recounting every detail of the experience all the way home, as if we had just witnessed a train wreck. We realized (with a shudder) that these men were only one or two steps removed from the Islamo-Fascists we are currently fighting in the Middle East, the only difference being their hair style and their dogma. Until yesterday I had run into religious fanatics and cult followers in every walk of life EXCEPT aviation. I guess I had assumed that anyone smart enough to get their pilot's certificate couldn't be so gullible -- and rude -- as to go around trying to "save" perfect strangers. I still have a hard time believing that it wasn't some sort of a "Candid Camera" set up, but I'm afraid they really, honestly thought they were doing the right thing. Anyone ever run into this before? What did you do? -- Jay Honeck Iowa City, IA Pathfinder N56993 www.AlexisParkInn.com "Your Aviation Destination" To be perfectly honest with you Jay, most of my colleagues and myself are/were under the impression that most Americans are very religious, you know God bless America and all that stuff, where it is the opposite in Australia. In saying that, it surprises me that you aren't. I am not religious myself. When I find myself in a situation such as yours Jay, I cannot help but to "debate" if you like, the existance of God and the hipocracy of the various churches around the world. I don't let it become personal or childish but it invariably ends in the religious person having no answer but the old "Because it is Gods way/wish" or what ever. But that's just me Jay, there are times when I'll be straight to the point and say I'm not interested thank you, and adopt the speak to the hand pose. I think they should be treated like telemarketers. Keep it short and straight to the point, but give it to them right back, it's your free time and if your like me, they don't come very often, don't let it be spoiled by misdirected people. If they stop talking and the silence is awkward, let them know that you won't be offended if they move to another table. Scet |
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Anyone ever run into this before? What did you do? -- Well, when the Mormons or Jehovah Witnesses come to my door, I find it works well to ask them to come back at a time when my wife and my Mistress can both be present to hear them. -- Wm. Donald (Don) Tabor Jr., DDS PP-ASEL Chesapeake, VA - CPK, PVG |
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