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Lance Eats Crow -- And Likes It!!!!!

Richard Longwoo · 2004-01-22T07:44:10+00:00

Just before I died, I thought I'd take a tour of the "over-developed countries" -- the countries that had gone too far and achieved too much. When I returned from this tour and tried to remember it, the only thing that came back was the fable I'd heard in almost every town and municipality I'd stopped in. In this popular story, somebody had borrowed some money from somebody else and hadn't paid it back, or somebody had stolen some petty thing from somebody and the guy's family was out trying to get it back and get revenge. But the guy who stole it, or the guy who borrowed it, claimed it was really his in the first place. Then the other guy gave him the finger over it and that really [censored] him off. But later, in court, the other guy explained that it wasn't "the finger" at all. It was actually the international brotherhood sign, which was the forefinger folded in half, with the other three fingers kept erect, and the whole thing viewed edge-on, with the thumb in front, folded out of the way, and the 3 fingers almost appearing to be just one. Of course, the moral of this fable is that it never ends, but it just keeps on ending.

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Richard Longwoo
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22 January 2004, 07:44 UTC #1

Just before I died, I thought I'd take a tour of the "over-developed countries" -- the countries
that had gone too far and achieved too much. When I returned from this tour and tried to remember
it, the only thing that came back was the fable I'd heard in almost every town and municipality I'd
stopped in.
In this popular story, somebody had borrowed some money from somebody else and hadn't paid it back,
or somebody had stolen some petty thing from somebody and the guy's family was out trying to get it
back and get revenge. But the guy who stole it, or the guy who borrowed it, claimed it was really
his in the first place.
Then the other guy gave him the finger over it and that really [censored] him off. But later, in court,
the other guy explained that it wasn't "the finger" at all. It was actually the international
brotherhood sign, which was the forefinger folded in half, with the other three fingers kept erect,
and the whole thing viewed edge-on, with the thumb in front, folded out of the way, and the 3
fingers almost appearing to be just one.
Of course, the moral of this fable is that it never ends, but it just keeps on ending.

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Richard Longwoo
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22 January 2004, 07:44 UTC #2

Our first night on the train, we were joined in the dining car by a group of biker dudes who
worshipped Mike Creed. They gracefully punctuated our stories of lameness and despair with their own
dark tales of genetically-engineered carbon fiber bicycles and satellite-activated neural-net
cycling head gear. Huge racks of cows and pigs were wheeled in for them and the train had to keep
stopping to take on more food and milk. Six foot long loaves of French bread were scarfed down in a
single gulp, like a peanut.
Each wanna be pro wore an LED headband that publicly displayed his current physiologic parameters,
updated each second, and including net worth and humanity, all measured in BTUs.
Whenever their conversation started to lag, it could always get livened up, in an instant, by
somebody pointing at somebody else's numbers and calling him a metabolic loser or just a plain, old,
metabolic piece of [censored]. Then laughing uncontrollably till the loser stormed off and did 50,000
pyramid intervals -- out of pure, old, metabolic angst.

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Tom Arsenault
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22 January 2004, 16:02 UTC #3

"Richard Longwood" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:<[email hidden]>...
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Our first night on the train, we were joined in the dining car by a group of biker dudes who
worshipped Mike Creed. They gracefully punctuated our stories of lameness and despair with their
own dark tales of genetically-engineered carbon fiber bicycles and satellite-activated neural-net
cycling head gear. Huge racks of cows and pigs were wheeled in for them and the train had to keep
stopping to take on more food and milk. Six foot long loaves of French bread were scarfed down in
a single gulp, like a peanut.
Each wanna be pro wore an LED headband that publicly displayed his current physiologic parameters,
updated each second, and including net worth and humanity, all measured in BTUs.
Whenever their conversation started to lag, it could always get livened up, in an instant, by
somebody pointing at somebody else's numbers and calling him a metabolic loser or just a plain,
old, metabolic piece of [censored]. Then laughing uncontrollably till the loser stormed off and did
50,000 pyramid intervals -- out of pure, old, metabolic angst.
Tom

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Omc
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22 January 2004, 18:02 UTC #4

"Richard Longwood" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:<[email hidden]>...
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Our first night on the train, we were joined in the dining car by a group of biker dudes who
worshipped Mike Creed. They gracefully punctuated our stories of lameness and despair with their
own dark tales of genetically-engineered carbon fiber bicycles and satellite-activated neural-net
cycling head gear. Huge racks of cows and pigs were wheeled in for them and the train had to keep
stopping to take on more food and milk. Six foot long loaves of French bread were scarfed down in
a single gulp, like a peanut.
Each wanna be pro wore an LED headband that publicly displayed his current physiologic parameters,
updated each second, and including net worth and humanity, all measured in BTUs.
Whenever their conversation started to lag, it could always get livened up, in an instant, by
somebody pointing at somebody else's numbers and calling him a metabolic loser or just a plain,
old, metabolic piece of [censored]. Then laughing uncontrollably till the loser stormed off and did
50,000 pyramid intervals -- out of pure, old, metabolic angst.
Richard...you and Howard Dean need to get back on the medication.
"OMC"

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Bernie Hall
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22 January 2004, 22:01 UTC #5

Like Dave Letterman said Tuesday night...
"Howard...a little less Red Bull!"
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2.4 - 112 - 26.2 Great Floridian Triathlon 2000~12.40.14 2001~12:30.36 2002~13:18.22 The Duke
Blue Devil 2002~12:26.39 Philmont Scout Ranch 1972, 2003 "OMC" <[email hidden]> wrote in
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"Richard Longwood" <[email hidden]> wrote in message

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Our first night on the train, we were joined in the dining car by a

group of
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biker dudes who worshipped Mike Creed. They gracefully punctuated our stories of lameness and
despair with their own dark tales of genetically-engineered carbon fiber bicycles and satellite-
activated neural-net cycling head gear. Huge racks of cows and pigs were wheeled in for them and
the train had

to
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keep stopping to take on more food and milk. Six foot long loaves of

French
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bread were scarfed down in a single gulp, like a peanut.
Each wanna be pro wore an LED headband that publicly displayed his

current
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physiologic parameters, updated each second, and including net worth and humanity, all measured
in BTUs.
Whenever their conversation started to lag, it could always get livened

up,
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in an instant, by somebody pointing at somebody else's numbers and

calling
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him a metabolic loser or just a plain, old, metabolic piece of [censored].

Then
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laughing uncontrollably till the loser stormed off and did 50,000

pyramid
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intervals -- out of pure, old, metabolic angst.
Richard...you and Howard Dean need to get back on the medication.
"OMC"

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