Shad O'Shay wrote: So I give you this

Locally, various groups have spent a fortune on bike trails catering to
bicycle enthusiasts.  The state, the county, the towns along the trail,
a conglomeraration of civic groups plus many individuals who don't even
own a bicycle have contributed.

Plush bathrooms, picnic tables, shelters, drinking fountains, viewing
towers, all built for the pleasure and convenience of bikers.

Where is your effing gratitude?  What has been done in your area for
RVers?  Does your town sponsor a dump station or overnight rest area?

No?  Well get off your lazy a.s and make it happen, Pooky.
LZ

Not here (r.o.r.t), you haven't. In the last ten days (my purge
period), your score is one post about batteries, and two off topic
rants. Maybe you should give up cross-posting.

It is not likely that I shall say anything new here. If I do, it will be of
only minor significance. Nevertheless, letting Shad O'Shay tinker about with
a lot of halfway prescriptions sends a clear message to tasteless half-wits
that they can make serious dialogue difficult or impossible. What follows is
a set of observations I have made about offensive fence-sitters. I clearly
gainsay his notion that women are crazed Pavlovian sex-dogs who will
salivate at any object even remotely phallic in shape. By the way, saying
that last sentence out loud is a nice way to get to the point quickly at a
cocktail party.

It will be objected, to be sure, that Shad doesn't honestly want to organize
a whispering campaign against me. At first glance, this may seem to be true,
but when you think about it further, you'll decidedly conclude that his
grand plan is to clear forests, strip the topsoil, and turn a natural
paradise into a dust bowl through a self-induced drought. I'm sure Mao Tse
Tung would approve. In any case, on a television program last night, I heard
one of this country's top scientists conclude that, "Shad is caught up in an
irrational belief about his own powers and abilities." That's exactly what I
have so frequently argued and I am pleased to have my view confirmed by so
eminent an individual. He will stigmatize any and all attempts to compile
readers' remarks and suggestions and use them to put an end to his evildoing
before you know it -- not necessarily by direct action, but by convincing
his secret police to teach inerudite concepts to children. My dream is for
tired eyes to open and see clearly, broken spirits to find new energy, and
weary arms to find the strength to reveal the constant tension between
centripetal and centrifugal forces of dialogized heteroglossia resulting
from Shad's catch-phrases. As we all know, Shad always tries to rationalize
his conjectures with compelling gobbledegook about some "greater good".

Of course, Shad would have us believe that it is not only acceptable, but
indeed desirable, to use cheap, intemperate propaganda to arouse the
passions of gruesome pissants. Such flummery can be quickly dissipated
merely by skimming a few random pages from any book on the subject. Someone
just showed me a memo supposedly written by Shad. The memo spells out his
plans to replace discourse and open dialogue with splenetic manuscripts and
blatant ugliness. If this memo is authentic, it tells us that I shall not
argue that Shad's newsgroup postings are an authentic map of his plan to woo
over tendentious profiteers by using tactics such as scapegoating,
reductionist and simplistic solutions, demagoguery, and a conspiracy theory
of history. Read them and see for yourself. The ultimate aim of his projects
is to restructure society as a pyramid with Shad at the top, Shad's
accomplices directly underneath, wayward ranters beneath them, and the rest
of at the bottom. This new societal structure will enable Shad to stand in
the way of progress, which makes me realize that documents written by his
compeers typically include the line, "Shad never engages in crapulous,
incomprehensible, or purblind politics", in large, 30-point type, as if the
size of the font gives weight to the words. In reality, all that that fancy
formatting really does is underscore the fact that those of us whose minds
are not narcotized still remember Shad's frequent outbreaks of savagery. If
you don't believe me, see for yourself.

It's quite easy for Shad to declaim my proposals. But when is he going to
provide an alternative proposal of his own? I once asked Shad that
question -- I am still waiting for an answer. In the meantime, let me point
out that Shad can fool some of the people all of the time. He can fool all
of the people some of the time. But he can't fool all of the people all of
the time. He says that all any child needs is a big dose of television every
day. You know, he can lie as much as he wants but he can't change the facts.
If he could, he'd unquestionably prevent anyone from hearing that his
animadversions do not represent progress. They represent insanity
masquerading as progress.

Anyone with an IQ two points higher than a wet sponge's knows that I find
Shad's epithets symptomatic of a dangerous but spreading mentality. But,
even so, Shad says that people are pawns to be used and manipulated. But
then he turns around and says that one can understand the elements of a
scientific theory only by reference to the social condition and personal
histories of the scientists involved. You know, you can't have it both ways,
Shad.

Shad once said that he's merely trying to make this world a better place in
which to live. Oh, please. I'm just glad I hadn't eaten dinner right before
I heard him say that. Otherwise, I'd probably still be vomiting too hard to
tell you that either Shad has no real conception of the sweep of history, or
he is merely intent on winning some debating pin by trying to pierce a hole
in my logic with "facts" that are taken out of context. It may seem to many
people, maybe even the majority, that some of his arrogant, goofy
dissertations are so self-contradictory, they're their own refutation.
That's self-evident, and even Shad would probably agree with me on that.
Even so, "Shad" has now become part of my vocabulary. Whenever I see someone
construct the spectre of a terrible armed threat, I tell him or her to stop
"Shad-ing". He says he's going to turn a deaf ear to need and suffering as
soon as our backs are turned. Is he out of his stinking mind? The answer is
fairly obvious when you consider that if he thinks that he can make me
stampede into the abattoir, then he's barking up the wrong tree.

When a mistake is made, the smart thing to do is to admit it and reverse
course. That takes real courage. The way that Shad stubbornly refuses to own
up to his mistakes serves only to convince me that even if one isn't
completely conversant with current events, the evidence overwhelmingly
indicates that he not only lies, but he brags about his lying to his
cohorts. The theoretical fallacies in Shad's codices run deep. But you knew
that already. So let me add that if we're to effectively carry out our
responsibilities and make a future for ourselves, we will first have to face
our problems realistically, get to the root of our problems, and be
determined to solve them.

Daily, the truth is being impressed upon us that if Shad can one day make
our country spiritually blind, then the long descent into night is sure to
follow. He should not glamorize drug usage. Not now, not ever. How I pity
Shad if I were to be his judge. I would start by notifying the jury that
today, we might have let Shad stir up trouble. Tomorrow, we won't. Instead,
we will reinforce notions of positive self esteem.

The point at which you discover that covinous knee-biters demand the
advantages other people have earned without the disadvantages, like having
to earn them is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of
resolve, a determination that some of us have an opportunity to come in
contact with politically incorrect carousers on a regular basis at work or
in school. We, therefore, may be able to gain some insight into the way they
think, into their values; we may be able to understand why they want to put
a homophobic, impractical spin on important issues. Shad's stooges say that
nothing would help society more than for them to turn back the clock and
repeal all the civil rights and anti-discrimination legislation now on the
books. Sorry, I don't buy that. Unless Shad provides unequivocal evidence to
the contrary, I will continue to aver that he throws a temper tantrum every
time I suggest that as untrustworthy as it might sound, he consistently
falls short of telling the whole story or of making a solid point. Let me
try to explain what I mean by that in a single sentence: There's no shortage
of sin in the world today. It's been around since the Garden of Eden and
will surely persist as long as Shad continues to turn peaceful gatherings
into embarrassing scandals.

Now that I've been exposed to Shad's hariolations, I must admit that I don't
completely understand them. Perhaps I need to get out more. Or perhaps
Shad's hangers-on insist that "my bitterness at Shad is merely the latent
projection of libidinal energy stemming from self-induced anguish." First
off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written that Shad would have you
believe that the rest of us are an inferior group of people, fit only to be
enslaved, beaten, and butchered at the whim of our betters, then that quote
would have had more validity. As it stands, I've heard him say that his
mistakes are always someone else's fault. Was that just a slip of the lip or
is Shad secretly trying to dress up his profit motive in the cloak of
selfless altruism? A complete answer to that question would take more space
than I can afford, so I'll have to give you a simplified answer. For
starters, he likes thinking thoughts that aren't burdensome and that feel
good. That's why Shad believes that the cure for evil is more evil. That's
just wrong. He further believes that he does the things he does "for the
children". Wrong again! Never mind that Shad believes, in his elitist
delirium, that the Earth is flat. What's really important is that for the
nonce, he is content to contaminate clear thinking with his power-drunk,
balmy put-downs. But some day, he will usher in the rule of the Antichrist
and the apocalyptic end times. The recent outrage at Shad O'Shay's anecdotes
may point to a brighter future. For now, however, I must leave you knowing
that there is no longer any room for hope.

Damn!

Super Troll! At least in his mind.

Too bad he doesn't have an idea in hell what RV'ing is all about.

RonB

[Big Sniparoo]

    ROFLOL I'll give you a C+ for wild use of the English language.
Unfortunately your grade was pulled down by failing grades in: logic,
clarity, lucidity, sanity..........take your pick. Do you have a point? Come
on now, you can do it. Just concentrate real hard. What's your point?

    And once you figure that out maybe you can 'splain to me what an "RVer"
is? I meeeeeeean....I mean......., here I am: I've done just about anything
you can think of on the highway, and some things you couldn't even imagine.
I've walked, skipped, ran, drove many different types of vehicles, biked,
snowshoed, dog sledded, slept, driven an RV, on and on, on the highway. Am I
only an RVer now? In your strange universe do I hate myself when I'm on a
bike, even though I've covered more ground with a bike under my a.s than
most folks? Can I never be a bicyclist again? Or perhaps now I'm some odd
hybrid that can't exist in your universe: a walkbikerunridedrivehopper?

   Too funny.

TB

    I have been writing here for a long time. I really haven't paid a lot
of attention to bicycle riders. Women are on a mission, and the men are
posturing and acting like a whistler in a bus station rest room.  Women
don't seem to ride as often or as far as men because they are less
likely to be seeking others wearing Spandex. Women bike riders only ride
far enough to be noticed by neighbors, and wear clothing only brief
enough to show the tattoos around their ankles and thighs. It does
appear that they are trolling for truck driving women who like to drink
Boiler Makers and go bowling.
    Men who ride bicycles, use the opportunity to go out in public wearing
Spandex shorts, and often shave their legs. Supposedly, shaving the legs
allows faster speeds when peddling a bicycle (less wind resistance), but
probably is a signal to other men who shave their legs that there won't
be any other type of resistance either. Further proof is that they bend
over often, making it appear as if they are fixing a chain. This allows
the Spandex to stretch and show that they don't have hemorrhoids. Many
of the male bicyclists glow from an oil rubdown to make it appear that
they are all sweaty from exertion. I suppose that in some bicycle riding
circles this is "in", and that oily bare male legs attract other oily
bare male legs. Sweat and oil must broadcast pheromones to other male
bike riders. Spandex shorts must make the bike riders butt look more
inviting when they are cruising public parks.
    Occasionally, a man who is only masquerading as a bike rider will drive
his yellow or red Miata convertible to a store, and parade around in
Spandex short shorts with shaved legs, and running shoes. That routine
makes it appear that he has been exerting himself in some  secret
masculine manner that is  known only to homos who think they are James
Bond. They should remember that wearing Spandex is a privilege, not a
right, and that tucking a sock into their crotch doesn't make other men
jealous, it makes women and children leave the store to hurl.
Bicycle riders also have the opportunity forgone by others, that of
smelling others' bicycle seats outside of Starbucks. The more miles you
ride, the more bicycle seats you will find. Placing an "O" between a
"Shad" and a "Shay" is kind of Freudian, don't ya' think?