Neal, I've got to hand it to you... you hit a nerve with Maxipad. He's
extremely jealous.

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"j" ganz @@
www.sailnow.com

"Maxprop" wrote in message
ink.net...

"Capt. Neal®" wrote in message

I understand. Your life is rich, as in way too many calories resulting in
a bloated body and weak heart.

A couple of pounds over ideal, perhaps, but the heart is in fine shape, BP
126/72, resting heart rate 60.

Full, as in full of pie-in-the-sky and
full of stress, chores, honey-do lists and other meaningless what-nots.

Almost no stress. Financial rewards and a wonderful companion/wife have
limited stress to a minimum.

People aways claim they have a beautiful wife and wonderful beautiful
children and terrific grandchildren. It means nothing at all.

Spoken like someone who would have absolutely no knowledge of such things.

Given a
less biased view of an objective bystander I would put money on a
plain wife - a tad overweight, dull and bratty children of mean
appearance and little motivation, and grandchildren whom you are
more than happy to hand back over to their parents. Big deal!

You'd lose your money on all counts. Stick to ****ing in the bucket and
leave the gambling to those who know something about odds.

As for having a beautiful boat to sail, anyone can charter or rent
such a boat. Owning and sailing one is another thing altogether.

My 34' Sea Sprite is paid in full, and appreciating in value. It's
probably the finest, best-equipped of its type in the country.

BTW week-end sailing and living ashore doesn't cut the mustard.

Agreed, w/r/t the part about weekend sailing.

In other words, the price you've paid is working long hours and devoting
a third of your working hours paying taxes to Uncle Sam so a bunch of
lazy welfare slobs and crooked politicians can suck off your hind teat?

It loses a bit of its luster when put that way, but I suppose you're
right. Fact is, I enjoy my work tremendously. I find it easy to rise in
the morning, in anticipation of the coming day.

One third of your life in servitude to people other than your family and
yourself - and that's just federal taxes. Add in state and local taxes
and
fully half your life has been stolen from you.

I was wondering if you were going to get around to that. I was, if you
weren't.

I don't know how you can
possibly stand knowing you've wasted so much valuable time and traded
freedom for slavery. Think of it! You've worked thirty years from January
through June working for the government and welfare recipients. You must
be very proud of yourself.

You're a *glass is half empty* kind of fellow. I'm a *glass is half full*
type myself. It's that other half of the year that sustains me. My net
income affords a very comfortable life, a fine yacht, and probably not
enough time to use her. I also have a retirement portfolio that will
afford me the opportunity to continue that same comfortable lifestyle,
albeit with more sailing time, when I pull the plug in a few years.
You'll still be ****ing in a badly discolored cedar bucket.

How about the fact that you have lived most of your life in slavery?

It's only slavery when one chooses to do otherwise but can't. I've chosen
my lifestyle, eyes open, and without regrets. I would not have chosen
yours under any circumstances.

How about the fact that close to one-half of the fruits of your labor
have been stolen from you and your family?

You've made this point redundantly. I'm in agreement: we're both
conservatives, Neal. But to respond: if we're going to dance to the
music, someone's got to pay the piper. He may be ridiculously expensive,
but he'll not play without payment. Whether you admit it or not, you,
too, suck at the bloated government teat.

What I have that you don't is a life with luxuries that you'll never
understand, let alone realize. I also have the financial security to know
I can handle just about anything thrown my direction, short of something
truly catastrophic. I'm able to help my daughter and son-in-law, as they
struggle through the early stages of a marriage, replete with unforseen
expenses. I'm able to set up and contribute to my grandkids' college
funds. I was able to fix the damage to my house after the tornado,
without waiting for the insurance settlement. I can buy the toys I want
when I want them. I can add canvas, electronics, upgrades, and luxuries
to my boat on my schedule. I don't have to spend my days fabricating a
silk purse from a sow's ear in order to have running water or being able
to pump my bilge. And I don't have to **** in a cedar bucket.

How about the fact that the best years of your life have been spent
toiling so a bunch of lazy theiving bureaucrats and welfare scum can
live comfortable without lifting a finger?

How about that fact that I've lived well during that same period?

How about the fact that you have lived in slavery for so long that you
no longer desire to break the chains because you have become so
brainwashed, complacent and inured of servitude?

Your diatribe points to one particular flaw in your character: that you
would rather suffer in ingnominy and poverty than pay the political whores
in Washington and your state capital in order to have a decent lifestyle.

Should I go on?

You already have. On and on and on . . .


For you, my life would be a living hell because you fear freedom and
manliness.

You're right that it would be a living hell, in that I couldn't stand
****ting in a bucket and then sleeping with it under my pillow. Being a
man has nothing to do with roughing it, rather it has to do with how one
lives his life with the choices he makes. He can whine, ****, and moan
about the confiscatory nature of our governments (whiney, juvenile
behavior), or he can stand tall, proud, and be a good husband, father, and
friend to those around him (like a man). A man is measured by the size of
the things that irritate him. Jon is a very tiny man (child, brat) and
you aren't far behind, with all your bitching. And I mean that in the
nicest possible way. :-)

You are one of those people who have a fear of being free
because freedom means taking responsibility for your own actions.

LOL. I make decisions every day that affect the lives of real people. My
actions have gravity. Your own actions probably fall more in line with
bowel movements and crotch scratching.

Nay,
you would rather have somebody else tell you how to live your life even
if it means living depriving your family and devoting half your working
life to a bunch of liberals who reach into your pocket and talk half of
what you work so hard for. You and your ilk seem to need to be told
where to go, how to walk getting there and to whom to give the fruits
of your labor. Don't feel badly, though. You are but one of millions too
indoctrinated to know any better.

No one tells me how to live my life. In many ways I'm a far freer man
than you. I have the mobility that financial success affords. I have the
freedom that is borne of the knowledge that I have friends who would lay
down their lives for me. And I have the freedom to choose between any of
several bathrooms, rather than a single, putrid cedar bucket.

As for me, I choose freedom. God gave me this gift of freedom. I
shall not reject His gifts for to do so is blasphemy. Heed the following
words from the Good Book. They teach that your faith should be in
His teachings and not in government blasphemy.

God may have granted you freedom, but you should have asked Him for a
better boat at the same time.

It's been fun, Cappy.

Max