This post is to anyone who is fair minded reading this thread and not a sniveling coward. These pieces of pond life on here have no reasoned argument. If they had they'd be posting it. They are so terrified of me they have to alter my Avatar and you'll notice that it says War Artist and Troll, naturally I didn't put that. Then we have one idiot who keeps saying that I don't answer his questions. That old chestnut. If he asked me questions he'd be repeating them. He hasn't asked any questions that I haven't answered. He's show boating. I do wonder whether it is worth wasting my time on here with these sheeple. But that would be doing what they are doing - yellow bellying out. Got some bad news for you sheeple who can't take the truth. I'm here until I get thrown out.
It's time to hit the ignore button but like passing a train wreck you just can't avert your eyes. I would definitely be interested in reading the lecture given on the Enigma machine.
And you instantly destroy your own "argument" by posting a youtube video by a well-known BS artist. For the second time. Thanks for proving us right.
And you've just identified yourself, yet again, as one of the very Sheeple Tom MacDonald is referring to.
I think maybe we've been too harsh on roscoe. I was talking to a good friend of mine this morning and Herbie (pronounced Erbi') said to me "Try to be a little more understanding, give him a chance to clarify his point or even yet his understanding of reality and I'm sure you'll see where he's coming from". It was minus 19 degrees Fahrenheit and I was not too happy to be sitting on the deck looking at the snow covered lake to listen to him. Here I was wearing my insulated coveralls, three layers of clothing underneath and he's sitting there chewing a twig, wearing 3 inches of fur and most likely a few inches of fat under that. I was too polite too point that out to him. You might find this unbelievable but I met Herbie several years ago after watching a show on the History channel that showed an area that seemed awfully familiar to me. What was shown was a place with several trees bent over forming a sort of structure, much like I had observed less than a mile from by house. Actually what I saw was more of a village than a simple encampment. Trees strewn helter-skelter and encompassing a good half acre. I continued to visit the site and left numerous things such as hotdogs, tacos, various types of chips etc: and over a period of time finally met him. He had been living there for nearly a hundred years and we became quite close. Over the past few years we've become good friends and he even taught me a few Sasquatch phases. " Yumahdumbmotherfuc-#er" being one. It's hard to pronounce in Sasquatch but you get the idea. I told Erb' as I call him, (like I said we're good friends), "Erb, some people just don't understand the English language"/ To which he replied, " What's English? "