More girls for the Oz Report
http://news.ifeng.com/a/20150601/43883724_0.shtml#p=5
RickMasters wrote:More girls for the Oz Report
http://news.ifeng.com/a/20150601/43883724_0.shtml#p=5
Graeme Henderson on Tue, Jul 7 2015, 9:39:04 pm wrote:Bill,
Hide and twist it as much as you like. The very act of filming like that is provocative, Bob is cunning, he knows how to push buttons and he is doing it to get the guys school closed. The longer this goes on the less respect I have for you, you're starting to become another Bob, spinning the stories he invents to make his nastiness look like innocence. I regard Bob as one of the lowest of the bottom feeders, down there with ARP, Faust and the super sleazy and totally dishonest Francis Melvin Rogallo.
Think about what you are doing Bill, this whole reaction to some minor incidents is so over the top you make all HG pilots look petty and callous. For this we are to believe the USHPA needs to be split in two, for this the idiot got kicked out of the USHPA. You all look like a bunch of silly girls screaming at a spider on the far side of the room.
Grow up, wake up, and piss Bob K off. Remember, the problem is Bob, or more accurately it's Bob's pea sized brain and his supersized ego that are the problem. Get rid of Bob and any issues can be dealt with sanely.
Cheers,
Graeme
ARP wrote:Happy to be included in the group denounced by GH. I take is as a compliment.
SamKellner wrote:It's even an honor to be on the same forum. Thanks.
Nine months ago, in September 2014, I was lying on the side of a ten-thousand-foot desert mountain in Turkey, unable to move, struggling to breath. People rescued me, people I knew, people I didn't. Alone in a Turkish hospital, watching the shadows of objects in my room arc across the floor from dawn to dusk, each day, for weeks, in agony and gratitude, I thought about how death is easy, surviving is difficult. One morning, a bird landed on my window sill, sang for a few moments, then flew away. From that moment, I felt an intense resolve. For five months, I was unable to walk. Each day, hours of excruciating physiotherapy and training. Pain was my shadow. When I was alone at night, I cried. Then, slowly, steps. Gently. Inside I screamed in rage. More months, winter passed. I started flying again. Tentatively. Many flights later, on this day, I realized that I was physically and mentally ready to compete again. It was a simple flight with friends: a bright blue sky, beautiful mountains, and rough thermals. With new next-level flying and filming gear, for the first time in over a year, I felt motivated to film again.
No lesson learned? Stick your hand into the cobra pit again? After such a close call and long agonizing recovery, somehow it smacks of foolhardiness to tempt fate anew. You were lucky to survive once - it seems an insult whatever benevolent force spared you. Mark Gibson survived a serious trike crash in 2009. He resumed flying and was killed in a triking accident just weeks ago. When you have one major incident like that, perhaps fate is trying to tell you something. Something like, "DON'T DO IT AGAIN, IDIOT!"
I once had a hang glider crash that could have been fatal. Having come so close to death once, I had to seriously consider if I ever wanted to fly again. But my accident was different: although the glider was destroyed I wasn't hurt at all, so the decision to return was easier.
I do no accept that as an apology for three reasons.
1. The attempt at justification.
2. You failed to apologize to the family and friends of Mark Gibson for using his death in your attack on Brett.
3. You haven't identified yourself.
Now stop being a coward and apologize like a man..
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