... like a Hershey for Dummies? Yes - but not quite

Quote from Arthur Deco:

Well, Jack, I would accuse you of modesty for not sharing that accident event and outcome before, but I would be lying. I wish the hell you had shared that earlier. No wonder you don't give a fuck. They tried to kill you and failed. As Churchill so famously wrote during the Boer War, "There is nothing more exhilarating than to be shot at without effect." Thank you for your kind wishes, but my infirmities are as nothing compared to yours. I am one upped. Except for mental infirmities. I am mad as a hatter. You are merely the white rabbit. Not even Six Degrees of Jack Hershey with your Jaynes connection. A brilliant man. I don't believe a word he wrote, but he gets points for being intellectually audacious. Is someone reading this to you? What does he or she translate when I write "fuck?" My sincerest best wishes for the recovery of your full visual faculties. Write Oliver Sacks and inspire his next book. I don't believe he has yet written about visual reintegration. When you get done with all your other medical miracles, I stand ready to provide the psychotherapy you so desperately need. You don't strike me as the kind of guy who would pack a .44 magnum, so how is the grizzly's trading going?
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I did have standard issue from PC and I admit the rounds didn't fire as expected. The replacement gear worked fine on the next occasion two days later... PC closed the park after the SC service crew was evacuated. I probably should post pics for the OCD's growing collection.

We were in separate cars ay the time of the accident. Her's was a present that had just been restored for xmas. Sometimes those who provide personal protections screw up. Apologies later are mostly just confusing.

Your pschotherapy is world renowned and almost as funny as Steenbarger applying OODA to Greenspoon.

Did you like that B2B 2R 2B FOMC move today???? lol..
 
You ever consider doing a more detailed biography for the faithful (or the unfaithful)? I fear that your current candor has an underlying significance. I don't recall you ever being quite this specific before. Detail lends credence to your previously scantily-told and oft-disbelieved curricum vitae. I have taken the trouble to follow up on your hints to my own satisfaction, but I doubt that many others have, as the evidence is pre-internet and a bitch to dig out. Funny story about the bears. As to today, I just got my concealed carry license and felt the need to pack, so I went to the range to work out what to carry, 380 or 9mm. Turns out in either case erstwhile criminals are at little risk from my markmanship. You rememebr Jack Benny's "Your money or your life!" radio skit? Mine would go like this:

"Your money or your life!"

"Would you mind holding my cane?"

"What?"

"Thanks. Now if I can just get this damned thing out of this deep concealment holster!"

"You have got to be shitting me, old man!"

"No! No! Patience! There! I got it now! Fuck! Is a round chambered? Is this the one with the safety? Where the fuck is it?"

"Oh, fucking forget it!"

"Wait! Wait! Don't you want me to shoot you? It's for your own good, you know."

The goosians which laid the golden eggs while I was otherwise engaged are attached, for the hour and 15 minutes after 2:15 ET.
 
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Later I needed psychiatric help in the late 80's. I had this in NJ, PA and later in AZ. I had to deal with PTSD and I still do.
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Had to look that one up. Apparently it means "Post Trade Stress Disorder."
 
CV's are funny. At some point, people do not ask. That happened at age 42 for me. UCSC maintained mine and it reached, guess what, 42 pages. When you get to be KI or PI and in two divisions, the CV builds fast.

I do not know if they automated the NTIS operation but once on a chron basis I hit 6 in a row.... lol ....

At EOP, I was on the top hourly non negotiated rate and I had a line @ the feds (GAO or such) so they could cut checks or travel on notice for the usual. It was portal to portal and if one site, I got paid to sleep to avoid the negotiation turnstile. As a speaker, I hit top rates in the 70's. for a while.

The bear was was finally set up with a transmitting collar and he lived happily ever after.

We did training for PC out of Sedona and they loved it.


Quote from Arthur Deco:

You ever consider doing a more detailed biography for the faithful (or the unfaithful)? I fear that your current candor has an underlying significance. I don't recall you ever being quite this specific before. Detail lends credence to your previously scantily-told and oft-disbelieved curricum vitae. I have taken the trouble to follow up on your hints to my own satisfaction, but I doubt that many others have, as the evidence is pre-internet and a bitch to dig out. Funny story about the bears. As to today, I just got my concealed carry license and felt the need to pack, so I went to the range to work out what to carry, 380 or 9mm. Turns out in either case erstwhile criminals are at little risk from my markmanship. You rememebr Jack Benny's "Your money or your life!" radio skit? Mine would go like this:

"Your money or your life!"

"Would you mind holding my cane?"

"What?"

"Thanks. Now if I can just get this damned thing out of this deep concealment holster!"

"You have got to be shitting me, old man!"

"No! No! Patience! There! I got it now! Fuck! Is a round chambered? Is this the one with the safety? Where the fuck is it?"

"Oh, fucking forget it!"

"Wait! Wait! Don't you want me to shoot you? It's for your own good, you know."

The goosians which laid the golden eggs while I was otherwise engaged are attached, for the hour and 15 minutes after 2:15 ET.
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Jack, savor this post, because it will be my last for a long time. I have learnt in the last two weeks that I am utterly and udderly irrelevunt to the currunt generation of ET. I hate that. So humbiliating. Anyway, to make you feel better, so you'll know definitively who you are talking to, I left federal service in 1972 as a lofty GS12 (step 9) when my draft lottery number came up 352. Subsequently I developed weapon systems that were so astonishing that I cannot tell you about them because you are not cleared for "Fantastic." I have wasted the past ten years of my rapidly waning life studying you ("Fantastic!"), and I cannot put eight out of ten rounds into the torso of a standard FBI target at 25 yards with a .380 acp mousegun. So, with Ghomlet (as the Russians call Hamlet), I bid you "Adieu. Remember me." Kindly do not die without warning me first, so I can feel appropriately like shit.
 
Quote from Arthur Deco:

Jack, savor this post, because it will be my last for a long time. I have learnt in the last two weeks that I am utterly and udderly irrelevunt to the currunt generation of ET. I hate that. So humbiliating. Anyway, to make you feel better, so you'll know definitively who you are talking to, I left federal service in 1972 as a lofty GS12 (step 9) when my draft lottery number came up 352. Subsequently I developed weapon systems that were so astonishing that I cannot tell you about them because you are not cleared for "Fantastic." I have wasted the past ten years of my rapidly waning life studying you ("Fantastic!"), and I cannot put eight out of ten rounds into the torso of a standard FBI target at 25 yards with a .380 acp mousegun. So, with Ghomlet (as the Russians call Hamlet), I bid you "Adieu. Remember me." Kindly do not die without warning me first, so I can feel appropriately like shit.
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You know there is a saying that goes like "there is something to remember but nothing to tell children about". Weapons. I guess that explains your embitterness. Sorry, just a useless comment from another halfwit on ET. I know you hate that.
 
Quote from Arthur Deco:

Jack, savor this post, because it will be my last for a long time. I have learnt in the last two weeks that I am utterly and udderly irrelevunt to the currunt generation of ET. I hate that. So humbiliating. Anyway, to make you feel better, so you'll know definitively who you are talking to, I left federal service in 1972 as a lofty GS12 (step 9) when my draft lottery number came up 352. Subsequently I developed weapon systems that were so astonishing that I cannot tell you about them because you are not cleared for "Fantastic." I have wasted the past ten years of my rapidly waning life studying you ("Fantastic!"), and I cannot put eight out of ten rounds into the torso of a standard FBI target at 25 yards with a .380 acp mousegun. So, with Ghomlet (as the Russians call Hamlet), I bid you "Adieu. Remember me." Kindly do not die without warning me first, so I can feel appropriately like shit.
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Arthur, alternatively, you might consider grabbing your jewels and allowing hypothetical assailant to close the gap to 10 yards, thus increasing your odds to that of the broad side of a barn. While waiting (time will move in slow motion), calmly place cane against your three-wheeled bicycle. Pull squeeze-cocking H&K P7 out of handlebar basket or man-purse. Shriek something nutty like "allah akbar!" Direct round 1 from 10 yards into your assailant's torso and remaining rounds into medulla oblongata and hope you don't get any assailant slobber on your white bucks.

Reminds of this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FwD0ZkJYfC0

Afterwards, you and benefitting bystanders can do a little jig:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCfIZlKf88U

On second thought, perhaps a better alternative is to move to cleaner living: Naples FL, Asheville NC, Lynchburg VA, Roanoke VA, Manchester NH, Nashua NH, Santa Rosa CA or some such place.

pax nobiscum.
 
No... you're the subject of ridicule because of YOUR OWN irresponsibility.

Quote from jack hershey:

I am constantly the subject of riddicule. Largely, because of other's irresponsibility.
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