Farflung

Smokin99 reflectively reflects back to things said in the past before today with: “…..we're still stuck with "cause I said so and I always tell the truth".” So much purity, 99 44/100ths pure, so pure it floats. It’s just that this case is so complex (read packed with BS) and fluid (read runny BS) and there is so much information (read tons of BS) to digest (read eat the ‘S’ part of BS). I have an open mind (read the ‘S’ part of BS for brains) on the subject and if it turns out not to be Kenny, perhaps it is someone else (read unashamed BS). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XuzpsO4ErOQ Remember this smokin99, in the battle of 'wills' versus 'wits'; wills always win. That’s why there are fourteen Bigfoot research organizations and one Mensa International.

RobertMBlevins quibbles with: “As far as the missing Foss Tugs logbook, it wasn't Margie Geestman who discovered it was missing. That was ME.” Oh, OK that makes the fact that only one set was stolen instead of all of them plausible, since it was YOU and not Margie that made the discovery. Because I was asking who discovered the missing log instead of the ridiculous inference that the ‘only’ one stolen was from 1971. So since YOU are the person who discovered the lone ‘stolen’ logbook, you can answer some logical questions regarding that subject. What years of logbooks were in the box(s)? Did you go through all 30 (approximate) boxes searching for the absent logbook? Did the 30 (approximate) other boxes appear to be rifled or searched? What indication led you to believe those boxes were searched? Margie lied about the Iditarod and the Clydesdales, did she lie about the logbook too? RobertMBlevins oddly states: “No, I didn't see a police report. I saw a front door that had been completely kicked off its hinges, and then sort-of repaired.” Why would you accept the premise of a ‘break in’ without asking to see a police report which would confirm the event? You were looking for logs to confirm ‘double dipping’, which has nothing to do with the hijacking, why not confirm the break in with a police report? How many years was it between the ‘break in’ and when you noticed the ‘sort of’ repaired door? More than a decade? What sort of Fly By Night insurance policy did Margie have which didn’t cover a compromised entry door? Padlocks on an obliterated frame offer little security and would impede an escape in the event of a fire. Not a wise choice regarding security or repairs. Why wasn’t the door repaired in the preceding ten or more years? Why would Margie contact the FBI about a home invasion? Or property papers? Neither appear to be Federal crimes. Where is the report which confirms the FBI visit(s)? Margie says the ‘ONLY’ things missing from the break in were some photos of Kenny, but YOU immediately discover the missing logbook. How reliable could her assessment about the ‘ONLY’ things missing be, when you blunder on something else missing in the first box you open? Doesn’t this strike some concern regarding the integrity of her recall? My goodness, this certainly is a lot of loose ends from an investigation which included multiple visits and countless hours of ‘testimony’. If I was to identify a trend, it would be that official documentation is non-existent and single source inference becomes solid fact with little validation. There’s plenty more wrong with this tale but I only had a few minutes to review.

Have some manners and be polite RobertMBlevins. Your vulgar treatment of Bernie is self evident at this point. There was no need to ‘surprise’ Bernie with questions as you are not an agent of law enforcement, or an officer of a court. No matter how much you may believe this with claims of people ‘testifying’ to YOU. These are interviews done on a voluntary basis up to the point that a person is trapped, and then intimidated to stay in a sleazy motel room, with some cameraman hinting that he is with the LAPD. The fact that you claim the ‘director’ yells ‘cut’ is all one needs to know about this work of fiction. Why on Earth, in the age of video, which is capable of recording German operas, which last for days, would anyone yell cut? Why would anyone stage an ‘ambush’ interview? Either it is spontaneous or it is staged, and Bernie’s interview is clearly staged. The quality of information in such a setting would be nothing but garbage. Once again, this explanation appears to come from some hackneyed television plot and holds no resemblance to reality. I have taken polygraph tests and knew each and every question- beforehand, answered YES or NO (no quibbling) and they took twenty minutes or less. You have somehow beat the masters in the industry, as I was never told if I lied but was given some number on a scale of 1 to 27 (I think) which indicated degrees of potential deception. It was also a very comfortable and sedate session. Who was it that said Bernie stole his Foss logs (only for 1971)? Was it the same woman who raced in the Iditarod and was the first to drive four Clydesdales abreast? It was found that those claims were false. Did you see a copy of the police report which indicates the date of the ‘break in’ with a list of the ‘stolen’ property. I’m guessing no. But this should serve as fodder for at least four iterations of misunderstanding. It’s time to apologize to all those you have trespassed, Bernie does not have much longer.

For some strange reason this video reminds me of this thread: http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/mars-mission/17wzbs38i?cpkey=99b577ba-9a2a-4c5a-9b65-85d18c68e3f0%7C%7C%7C%7C Funny though, I can’t quite put my finger on why; perhaps it will come to me.

Why RobertMBlevins keeps using logic that will turn ‘full on Jackie Chan’ and roundhouse kick him is an utter mystery to me. I wonder what he would do if he found a magic lamp?

In one of the most acute example of disregarding the downstream effect of what he says, RobertMBlevins scolds: “You assume a lot for someone who was not there….” Yes, that is correct, I was NOT there, and furthermore never made the claim or hinted that I was in the crack whore infested Motel Puyallup. Then RobertMBlevins buttresses his blunt point with: “I received a detailed report about it…” Why would you need a detailed report if YOU were there? This makes is look like YOU were not there and therefore didn’t participate in the interview either. What could your point possibly be on this subject? That you state that I wasn’t there when I made no indication that I was in attendance versus your lack of being there? This is the typical logic used to make some point which was never in question. Since you weren’t there and have a ‘special report’, are you inferring that you haven’t made any assumptions? Like the report is accurate? Guess you forgot about the Dan Cooper comics report. How could it have possibly taken hours and hours to get Bernie to answer three questions? Common sense would indicate there was nothing natural or spontaneous about such an ‘interview’ and they kept poor, little, frail Bernie there until he finally said what they wanted to hear, truth be damned. At minimum I question the protocol of an hours long, ambush style, interrogation of a senior citizen, and the possible value of the heavily edited end result. You watched too much TV and believe that third degree slap downs and various deprivations are actually legitimate approaches. But you did get what YOU wanted which matched a pre-selected outcome. There is NO reason for these interviews which take hours unless there is resistance and the same question is asked multiple times. You say Bernie sat there for an hour not saying anything? Really? Well it takes two, or more, to sit and say nothing. Why would this production crew silently sit and stare at Bernie for an hour? The only reason is because they were intimidating him, who sits silently for an hour staring at an old man? But people like RobertMBlevins think there is an inherent quality in multiple hour interviews which should have been scheduled for little more than fifteen or twenty minutes. This has all the earmarks of an amateurish production staffed with understudies of the Marquis de Sade. Garbage in, garbage out; just like the ‘report’.

What the buck? I checked the reviews on the Motel Puyallup, where Bernie was tormented, and discovered that the limits of being cheap, truly knows no bounds. He wasn’t trying to lie, he was likely in the primary stages of anaphylactic shock. Bernie was probably forced to sit in a fourth generation chair, which had been thoroughly covered with male protein stains and a myriad of, yet to be identified, secretions from the several thousand previous, big sweaty, beer drinking and farting, truck drivers who waylaid a couple local strumpets in enchanting Puyallup. Moldy peanuts, druggies and shouting matches are but a few of the delights awaiting a weary traveler. That and the heat of a camera’s light focused on the pitiful figure of an old man outnumbered by five to one. I guess if your goal is humiliation and belittlement, then a crack whore infested motif, matters little. Bernie is the most senior of senior citizens and you may not agree with him, but there’s no reason to pick on him as he may be someone’s grandfather. Another one came home to roost on you didn’t it? There’s a sound reason some struggle with thinking downstream when they shout something from the highest hilltop. It is why you appear to view things in a vacuum (Marla’s mother won’t back up her story so it is false/ Lyle won’t back up Kenny’s story so it is irrelevant), (It’s not YOUR job to check out what Lyle said on the radio/ It IS YOUR job to check out what Marla’s brother said) and select the version which compliments that moment. Then comes another day and you are in full contradiction mode and quibbling on every point. It is repetitive, just like the 40 plus times you screamed how Bernie (an 80 plus year old man) is a liar and crook. For RobertMBlevins to constantly gloat about what ‘he’ did to Bernie is disturbing. Is there concern for Bernie’s treatment and his advanced years? Of course not, so strange for someone with ‘manners’ (read: not).

It’s pretty obvious that Bernie was thoroughly abused on that pathetic TV program. Has Bernie been sent any sort of apology, fruit bowl or meat basket? Or has this been ‘forgotten’ just like the long overdue apology to Bruce Smith and Bill Rataczak, who were used a foils in some story about Captain Scott talking to DB Cooper? Just another form of abuse where a person views themselves as centric to every situation with an inflated sensitivity about other’s transgressions, real or typically imagined. What causes such full blown psychosis?

Does he get any dignity or peace in his twilight years? He so richly deserves this small courtesy since he is in his mid eighties. Does anyone care besides me? I’m probably going to have a sleepless night after reviewing all this raw, naked and unprovoked savagery unloosed on a frail, kind and to be respected man. Well, at least we know what an invertebrate would probably type, if they had thumbs, and a neuromuscular system capable of such a task. But they don’t, so we’ll just have to settle for this painful parade, of hostile epithets, mercilessly lobbed at a person who may struggle with digesting tapioca, let alone his own ass handed to him on an electronic plate. Bernie wasn’t abused by anyone’s hand, he was defiled by their being, which is inescapable. For the hours and hours that Bernie was kept in a sleazy, pay by the hour motel, which reeked of cheap booze and anonymous coitus, was he allowed to relieve himself? I notice that he is still wearing a jacket when he finally cracks, on that TV show masquerading as some sort of history program. I’m sure that if they kept him in there any longer than three hours, it may well have turned into some sort of ‘snuff’ flick. It was real nice of the crew to take Bernie to the restaurant in the parking lot after his inquisition. Did they even offer some time to nap in the motel before he began a several hours drive home? Cretins.

RobertMBlevins opines without downstream considerations: “You might not agree with her, but why pick on a lady who is old enough to be almost anyone's mother on this thread? Some of you think you know everything. Others, even though they are smarter than Benji the Dog, have no manners. That's one thing my mother taught me: Manners.” Gee-whillakers RobertMBlevins, you sure are right about some things, that’s for sure. Elderly are to be respected and NEVER picked upon as they may be old enough to be a mother or even a grandmother or grandfather. We must remember this at all times when ever a person who is senior in years is being addressed. They are by nature, frail and frightened individuals, who only want to make others happy. It’s courageous, no I’m going to type it, HEROIC of you to take a stand and be a man for something, without regard for personal safety, reputation, monetary impact or any ridicule you may experience as a result, of what you so wisely typed less than one day past. I simply wish there was a better word to describe what you put in front of me to consider regarding social graces and conduct. Yes RobertMBlevins your mother is also deserving of the same recognition of how well she taught you, for it makes me reflect on my own faulty moral and ethical foundation, which I feel can be better conveyed in another art form: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztVaqZajq-I Having…. Trouble…. Typing through a steady stream of tears…. The sun hurts my eyes….. Won’t everyone join RobertMBlevins in celebrating and admiring those of advanced years and try, just try, not everyone is super human; to follow his long lived example? And if I may be so bold, would you mind saying a silent prayer for world peace also, thanks in advance.

I spent some time in a tiny town in northern Nevada named Lovelock. This was a memorable destination for several reasons, which were unrelated, sort of. I try and stay at mom and pop motels when I travel and found such an enterprise on the west side of town. It was a sprawling, single story motel named the Lovelock Inn and was built by Errett L. Cord. I had no idea that he was associated with this establishment which he built as a logical stop over, for people traveling Route 40. He was known to me for building one of the most beautiful automobiles in the form of the self named- Cord 810. Understated elegance which perfectly reflected the art-deco styling of the late 30’s, powered by a Lycoming engine, which would go on to be one of the most reliable, light aircraft, engines still produced today. I was astonished at the connection between that motel, my favorite car and an aircraft engine in the remote high desert. What more would Lovelock have to offer? In town, I found a place to eat which had two women engaged in a shouting match, in the parking lot. They both had raspy voices which carried their limited vocabulary a great distance so everyone could appreciate what a ‘dumb ass bitch’ someone was being. Oh well. At least the lunch was a superb value with service that was second to none. Next stop placed me in the casino where I would build a fortune like Cord’s, using nothing more than moxie and my brilliant ability to beat and humiliate, a blackjack dealer. The dealer asked how long I would be visiting since he had never seen me before. I told him about my interest in history and how I was staying at Cord’s motel, with a pedantic lilt. So you’re staying at the Lovelock Inn, he said without hesitation. He went on to suggest several historical places of interest while simultaneously draining my gambling budget. Then some rough hewn, chain smoker, ran into the table and coarsely planted herself in a chair. The dealer informed her that it was a two dollar minimum as she fingered through some change while a cigarette dangled from her mouth, dropping ashes down the front of her shirt. She kept counting and dithering with her cash for an inordinate amount of time while oblivious to the surroundings. After realizing she didn’t have enough, she asked me for a ‘loan’ and I awarded her with a dollar slug. This was both a way to appease this woman and served as a sort of admission price for watching an ad hoc, freak show. I was not disappointed as she began to cough and hack, while elbowing me and saying ‘look at that’, displaying her hand of cards. “Give me a little one” she shouted with the same raspy voice the women in the parking lot possessed, and made me wonder if there is some sort of contagion drifting through Lovelock. “Yeah!” she shouted as the dealer threw down a card that brought her total to 25. “You busted” the dealer flatly responded as she bent down for a closer look at the cards before exiting the table, then hissing something about “other pucker”, or some quote from Voltaire, I’m not quite sure. Mattered not, as I was off to sight see and try to get less stupid. After failing at getting less stupid, I figured a little bottle of Jim Beam may serve as a sort of liquid library. I found a convenience store and stood in line behind several more of these Lovelock lovelies, with tattered T-shirts, tattoos and utterly no peripheral vision as they groped and grabbed at bags of chips and candy bars with the same detached air of being oblivious to their surroundings. They too were women in the most minimal of inclusion. Coarse, demanding, repugnant and void of anything approaching feminine traits, why did this tiny town have such a schizophrenic populous? It was like the entire village was acting out some sort of ‘Twin Peaks’ existence, with oddly normal and pleasant people mixed with abject troglodytes. I needed a drink. So I’m sitting outside the Lovelock Inn and sampling some ‘Tung Oil’ when an employee comes out and asks how I’m enjoying my vacation. I told him the good things and then smoothly brought up my observations about the ‘women’ of the city and what an odd dichotomy it represented. He nodded and said my viewpoint was on target regarding the women folk. Thinking that it was the product of nuclear testing or some ground water contamination, I asked “What happened?” He said that a new prison was built outside town and they were all looking forward to the much needed income and jobs which the institution would deliver to tiny Lovelock. But it turned out to be more of a Faustian deal than anyone could have anticipated. For not only do prisons bring the most contemptible, loathsome, bottom feeding and repulsive animals to live in a human zoo, they also bring their ‘families’. I was stunned since employment would prove problematic for these people. He went on to tell me that most of them are scamming Welfare or Social Security along with any housing vouchers they can obtain. They move into already distressed properties, since descent people don’t want to be near them, and proceed to “push the walls over”. Could this be? I had never even considered the possibility of prison groupies and the economic disease they would unleash on such a location. Stunning, simply stunning. So there I sat, in the umbra of a Spanish tiled roof, which was financed by an automobile mogul who created beauty with his designs, while experiencing the retrograde arc of total ugliness, resulting from the arrival of a prison, and the associated ‘wives’ of these vermin. For these ‘women’ built an invisible prison for all the normal citizens of Lovelock to serve a never ending term, with crass and coarse individuals who possess a detached sense of entitlement, as uninvited and unwelcomed residents. Weird, I wonder what made me think of this. Oh well.

RobertMBlevins responds without a hint of downstream consideration with: “Yet no one else at the house will verify this story, or the comics, not even her mother…” Soooo…… ummm…… yeah…… gosh (ugh)….. If that’s so important regarding Marla’s story and used to impeach what she said, then I guess I’ve got to get on board and violently agree since I’m a man, and a man who does what he says, because I’ve got a pair. That being said……. Since Lyle, a brother of a suspect, won’t back up the story, as he said during an interview on 920 AM, then that makes for the immediate and total elimination of Kenny from the suspect pool for the exact same reason. What say you RobertMBlevins? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J834KH43YgE

In the interest of discussing ‘other suspects’, I want to check out Marla, then review her tale. The fact that her family won’t back up her story is a non-sequitur. RobertMBlevins knows this truly doesn’t matter in the least. Her story is much more appealing with its supple, pouting appearance complete with a British sports car instead of some station wagon pulling an Airstream, because station wagons pulling Airstreams do much better on snow covered mountain roads. Plus she said her uncle lost the money, and helllllooooooo….. no one knows where the money is. Much more believable than the other poorly crafted bits of fiction found on this thread. Did anyone take note that she is the ONLY person to have seen the Dan Cooper comic during a plausible time frame? Another example of how much truer her story is than the ‘others’ which have Big Orange Heads.

Marla was attacked by certain members of this thread who are too cowardly to identify themselves, but may discover a quote with their names prominently featured in short order. I’ll admit some passing interest in Marla, if one is to consider her elfin eyes, bright smile and ‘come hither Farf’ persona interesting. I would like to become more familiar with her story, which beckons me to her inescapable grasp, as every man with red blood pulsing through his veins, is drawn into a universe of delicate blooms containing a hint of jasmine, which serve as constant reminder of what could have been. This place is known as Marla-topia. Instead this thread is bathed in ‘girl repellant’ and doused with ‘geek lotion’ for good measure, thus we never know the company of someone like Marla or a similar beauty like the ‘Venus de Milo’ or Helen of Troy. Instead we get to discuss other suspects (not surface of the Sun, scorching hot Marla) like ‘Big Orange Head’. There…… now I’m depressed. Marla….. call me!

RobertMBlevins references with incendiary risk: “Come on, Jo. You've been pursuing Duane…” Please stop discussing Duane as Skyjack71 has begged and pleaded and ‘wished’ this thread would stop, and move on to other suspects. We have too much time on our hands and not enough girlfriends and wives already; do you want MORE time on your hands? I’ll raise mine and vote- NO. I want all my time filled with mindless drudgery and ‘Mommy-Dearest-esque’ cleaning. Please RobertMBlevins, won’t you respect Skyjhacks71’s wish and stop these discussions about Kenny and Duane as she politely demanded? If YOU must continue to bring up ‘his’ name, could you show some discretion and refer to him as the ‘Big Orange Head’ to deflect any attention to Skyjack71’s spouse? Some sensitivity would go a long way now, and this thread is a breeding ground for logic and sensitivity. Once again, that’s ‘Big Orange Head’. Your continued adherence is much appreciated.

I was agonizing over what parable, allegory or movie this thread reminds me of, and it was the ‘Big Orange Head’ joke from the 90’s. Just like this thread, it contains lessons on squandered resources, downstream process analysis and is associated with a large group of individuals who simply ‘don’t get it’. So I see my neighbor ride up on a brand new motorcycle with a hot woman on the back, and he has this big orange head. I asked what happened to him, as I barely recognized him with such a huge head. He says he found this old lamp and started to rub it, for reasons he wasn’t clear about. But a genie appears and grants him three wishes. Incredulous he wishes for a pile of money and is instantly presented with millions and millions of dollars. The genie says he has another wish, where the neighbor thinks briefly and says he wants to be surrounded by beautiful women, and in a flash there were dozens of scorching hot girls all around him. Then for his third wish, and this may be where he went wrong; he asked for a big orange head.

Skyjack71 daintily interjects: “Farf - I hope you have to CRAP in a thicket of Poison Ivy and Blackberry thorns and a bed of FIRE ants! Then on that evening have to appear at your own Wedding without A/C and be dressed in a Tuxedo.” Thank goodness I have 600 TPI pillow covers to absorb all the tears I will shed after reading that suggestion. So your husband was a convict? It is hard to believe that ‘opposites attract’ in real life. Yep, rich hang out with the rich, college educated hang with college educated and convicts hang, in gallows. Well, that’s assuming a perfect world. What exactly is a bed of poison ivy and Blackberry thorns? Is this something that you learned on the farm? I’ve never seen a bed of Blackberry thorns but I have pruned, tied and harvested many an acre of vines. Is that what your suburban dialect was trying to communicate? I’ve never seen a crop of blackberry thorns, but I don’t go around fabricating things either. Why would you wish me to crap on them? The farm I was raised on would never consider allowing a person to relieve themselves on crops which would ultimately be offered to customers downstream. What sort of low class operation have you been around where people are crapping on finished food product? So after crapping on someone’s crop of berries, I’m to marry without A/C but dressed in a tuxedo? What sort of VFW, church or convent wouldn’t have multiple HVAC systems? You may want to study some construction science or real estate courses then you would know how utterly absurd that statement appears. No A/C indeed. But what does that have to do with my crapping? I’m not as sophisticated and classy as you are; so have no idea what you mean by that. Is there something wrong with how I crap now, and why do you care so much? My goodness, you care about what I spend my time on, not having a wife or girlfriend and are obsessed with my bowel movements too. How do you have such capacity with no time, husband or boyfriend or people to guide what you do on an internet forum? When did you become so fascinated with my life, as I couldn’t care less about what you do and certainly have never thought about your toilet etiquette? I’m a little disturbed with your fascination over what I do in the bathroom, along with my free time, and who I associate with. Don’t you think you should find some friends and outside activities which will take you mind off my bathroom and when I may be using it? But if what you imagine me doing with my pants lowered gets you off, I suppose that should not bother me since I’ve lived with this burden and women’s prurient intent my whole life. Don’t you worry, I’ll still make sure no one talks about Kenny or Duane, just as you demanded. I’m cool like that.

The word? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T21LX9V3teA&feature=related Perhaps, just perhaps.

RobertMBlevins writes as if his hands are guided by some cosmic force with a huge sense of humor: “Logic dictates the following: If KC can't be proven to be the guy who did it, then perhaps it's someone else.” I can say with one hundred percent certainty (100%) O-N-E H-U-N-D-R-E-D P-E-R-C-E-N-T Logic does NOT dictate any such thing!!!! Oh, mah gawwwwwwwwd!!!!!!! Try and follow along: If KC can’t be proven to be the guy who did it, THEN (insert incredulous, slap yourself pause)…… Perhaps (PERHAPS!!!! (as in just maybe)) it’s someone else. I need a drink.

Skyjack71 continues to steer the conversation with: “WHERE ARE your arguments that the suspect I present - WAS not Cooper?” By the “suspect YOU present” do you mean Duane? Because that’s so smooth how you infer Duane without actually typing Duane. Is Duane one of the ‘other suspects’ YOU wanted to discuss? No, you already denied trying to steer or manipulate the thread to talking about Duane. Since YOU wanted to discuss ‘other suspects’ AND wasn’t using that as a foil to mean Duane, I can’t and won’t comment since we are now dedicated to discussing ‘other suspects’ as YOU demanded. Think downstream!

Skyjack71 SHOUTS with typical self righteous indignation: “PRESENT your SUSPECT!” Here’s the problem with the inferred ownership of a suspect. NO ONE can own the DB Cooper story any more than one can own any piece of history. YOU can, and do own, a massive piece of fiction you have mindlessly cobbled together which no one is interested in reading about. The FBI isn’t committing all these acts of collusion, obstruction of justice and whatever other felonies you constantly accuse them of perpetrating. You jump to that conclusion because they won’t do what YOU demand by ‘confronting’ them. Gee, the FBI ignores you because they are incompetent or corrupt instead of you simply being an unpleasant person, who they evade like any sane and rational individual would. ‘My’ suspect is contained within the long held laws of physics and observable, therefore measurable parameters. Like the probable ellipse which contains the flight track of 305, with a probability deep into the 97th percentile, instead of some Sasquatch based fantasy, crafted with nothing more than force of will. Some people would be humiliated by the suggestion of an electronic men’s girdle which receives navigation signals for example. But ignorance being bliss, shelters one from the sting of ridicule typically associated with unicorns or Elvis sightings at Burger Kings. I can accept that Cooper lived, and I can accept Cooper was killed at the same time. Yes, if there is information which supports both, then until some compelling and verified data proves something else, the condition remains static. I save a lot of energy not having to put ‘MY’ suspect in every conceivable situation via fabrication and false witness. What ‘MY’ suspect can’t do is engage in time travel or change geography any more than he could inseminate several of the mother’s who have children that comment on this thread. That alone, should qualify one for admittance to a state sponsored laughing academy. I will continue to cross-check and validate any data which is presented with faux authority no matter how utterly absurd it is on the surface, and endlessly repeated. I do this since fantasy doesn’t have source material because it is always crap made up from wishful thinking and repetitive publication. Everyone should welcome having their data verified, just like Kenny was getting his height nailed down with a varied and collaborative effort, till someone had a tantrum. It’s good to try and think downstream once and a while. But you won’t. There are plenty of people out there that are more than willing to say exactly what you want to hear. Typically for some price, be it money or dignity, you will pay. Some people were NOT saying what you wanted to hear, causing you to crow and complain how “other suspects” need to be discussed in typical passive aggressive steering. When challenged that you merely suffered from butthurt because Duane wasn’t mentioned, you pulled out the ever reliable denial card and put the spot light on your mind numbingly, repetitive mention of Duane, and enjoyed the push back that it richly deserves. In a delightfully ironic response to my comment about your endless quibbling, you masterfully answered seven (7) binary, yes/no questions asked by RobertMBlevins with typical quibbling. Not a single YES or NO; simply exquisite in timing and the sheer state of oblivion in which it must have been crafted. Priceless.

Skyjack71 selectively states: “POO! I presented a NEW PHOTO and discussed that . NOT the SAME old SAME. I was presenting photo never presented before and want opinons on them IT WAS not more of the SAME OLE SAME!” Farflung quotes self with: “Out of skyjack71’s last five comments…..” Was there a “NEW PHOTO” in the last five comments skyjack71 posted? NO, NO, NO, NO! So why quibble on this point? Because that’s what every person has done that has been caught red handed, 100% of the time, in my life-long experience. Deflect, deny, minimize and quibble. There was NO PHOTO associated with four of the five comments at all, so she violated her own demand by virtue of that, and selectively avoided the fact Duane was mentioned over twenty times. It WAS the “SAME old SAME” by bringing up Duane AFTER launching an admonishment how “other suspects” don’t get discussed. As if that was ever the issue hence my challenge. Skyjack71 bemoaned and complained how much time was being spent on Kenny (presumably because she is an expert on efficiency and time management (God help us all)) when “other suspects” aren’t being discussed. Well Duane has been talked about, orders of magnitude more than Kenny, so if there is any self-righteous indignation associated with suspect saturation, is most certainly would be the exclusive property of Duane. Now it’s time to quibble, because that what these people do. She already deflected by suggesting “other suspects” out of an interest of academic purity, no doubt. Denied that she was steering the conversation back to Duane and attempted to minimize by stating that a new picture was posted. Apparently the claim of it being acceptable to discuss Duane if a new photo is included, is somehow akin to talking about other suspects, even though it’s still the same hackneyed Duane who has had an inordinate amount of time ‘wasted’ on his background. While simultaneously chilling thread readers to the bone, at the potential nightmare of writhing agony and squandered time, where each and every photo of Duane will now be posted and analyzed to the point where the Zapruder film will appear to have been given a passing glance. There have been quibblers throughout history, and their numbers have continually risen. I have an issue with Mr. Darwin over this phenomenon, unless some species actually devolve into a self interested group who communicate via passive aggressive speech patterns and denial. You can make all the multi-syllabic, non-diction claims you like, but ultimately the people you are trying hardest to convince of your righteous cause, already know precisely what you are. Quibblers.

Out of skyjack71’s last five comments, Duane Weber is mentioned a repetitive - 24 times; while no mention was made of “other suspects”, which she claimed as a primary concern. Strange, so strange (read: Not). When will the “other suspects” be discussed? Or is “other suspects” simply a euphemism for Duane Weber, which allows for faux modesty and denial of steering the thread back to the thoroughly covered Duane? Yes (read: Yes). “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” – Some wicked old, irrelevant dude

The ever reliable and honest Skyjack71 asks: “If we cannot trust law enforcement who can we trust?” As you have pointed out dozens of times, the FBI is incompetent and constantly engaged in cover-ups. So it’s a strange question about law enforcement, considering the source of the question. Who’s the most trust worthy and heroic in the twenty first century? This guy: http://jacksonville.com/news/crime/2012-10-03/story/former-penn-state-coach-seeks-millions-damages-lawsuit-against Yep, this is our new Sgt York, Audie Murphy and Superman all rolled into one. He’s the result of what society has to offer as an example of the finest character, role model and courageous of individual, a nation of 360 million can produce. Gaze deep into the mirror which reflects what America has become. For this ‘man’ was witness to a middle aged male, sodomizing a pre-teen, orphan in a college shower and sprung into action like any of us would, by going to his office, finishing his work day, then going home to call his father for advice on what to do. Can that much gallantry possibly exist in one person? There must be thousands of explanations for an adult male, savagely raping a child who has no parents. Perhaps he was simply trying to demonstrate what ‘could’ happen if the boy was ever in a bad situation. Thanks to Mike McQueary, a lightning fast, ten years later, had this crime reported. His father must be a superb example of humanity to suggest his son report this to the college, and let ‘them’ deal with it. Who says the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree? Poppycock. Imagine the will it must have taken to keep cashing paychecks from that same college for a decade, after seeing what the boss does to little kids. Hero simply isn’t strong enough of a word to describe our new age Super-human. Who on this thread would dare suggest they could even carry McQueary’s ethical gym bag? I thought so. In answer to the original question of “who can you trust”, I say Mike McQueary, or should it be ‘Sergeant Audie McQueary Superman’? Yes.

Skyjack71 self righteously declares: “I was NOT trying to steer the post back to Cooper/Weber.” Then posts: “All the FBI has to do is explain OBVIOUS mistakes. Prove "their" DNA and PROVE Duane's DNA. DID the samples they take of Duane's DNA - show the PDK markers? Did they find those PDK markers on the items they retrived from me. How do they know the tie was Coopers - it did NOT show up for several hours and has been shown to witnesses and NOT in a controled circumstances, but by an agent with his own suspect and agenda. Was there a witness to this - someone besides that ONE agent? Correct their statements regarding Duane's criminal records and miltary background. Explain why the agent stated Weber only "passsed thru" McNeil and then ONLY after being cornered by me on the phone. He had previously denied Duane was ever a resident of McNeil and yet the following agent declared the prints used for Weber were the McNeil prints. How can the FBI use the oldest set of prints on Weber that they denied in the first place instead of the Jefferson File I was REFUSED access to!??? Even if the file was destroyed by Ms at a later date - the FBI would have ordered a copy of the complete file prior to that and it should be on file at the SEATTLE FBI OFFICE...I want to see that complete file. The FBI admitted that the notes taken by the Missouri FBI when they went to Jefferson to investigate the very first Cooper lead have been lost...or destroyed. Supposedly the written reports would have been sent to the Seattle Office - but NO one knows what happened to them. Of Course - I do NOT trust the agent who told me this. Explain Weber's knowledge of the area and since he was a convict - they should be able to tell me what and where he was between 1944 until 1948. Do the PHOTO recognition - it is now valid and to stop using an old photo that John (Duane's brother) scanned on some old equipment and distorted the pic. It was the 1st picture I had ever seen of Duane as a young man. The other photo he sent at the same time was a full length and it was also distorted in the same way...yet the FBI continues to use this photo of Weber. STUPID! Duane did NOT look anything like that in 1971. Nor at the time the photo was taken. MY mind is NOT closed to sound investigations and proof of the investigation. MY mind IS CLOSED TO one agent stating one thing and then another stating something entirely different. YET, they are both supposed to be looking at the same file.” Well then, this comment is certainly unpolluted with any mention of Duane Weber, I may have been wrong after all.