"IanM" wrote in message
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What goes around, comes around :-)

Only in your mind!


And about time too. Maybe Wilma will lay off blue water sailors for a bit
. . . .

I have never "laid on" blue water sailors so how can I be expected to "lay
off" them. I admire blue water sailors. But there aren't but a few of them
around in these sorry times.

When somebody like young Zac is called a blue water sailor I have to laugh.
It takes more to be a blue water sailor than somebody giving you a boat then
herding you around the world via committee over a sat phone line. This is a
travesty. A *******ization of reality. And the one thing worse than a
blundering Zac is full-grown men who look up to his sorry display and feel
proud. A real man feels shame. Zac's feeble effort has cheapened the very
spirit of blue water voyaging. Zac's dog and pony show is just a publicity
act and a boring one at that. Perverse parents living vicariously through
their kid. Endangering the kid's life. Lowering the bar as to what defines
blue water voyaging.


Even amongst dedicated inshore gunkholers like myself, there is a real
sense of community, and one's reputation precedes you. Blue water, well
from what I've seen, its more so. Either he never leaned that or he plum
plain forgot and he finally made the mistake even a teenie gangbanger
thief wouldn't - never crap on your own doorstep!

Yah, right. A community of wannabes and never have beens! All sailing by
committee and making a mess of it in direct proportion to the size of the
cluster****. Like a bunch of big babies having to have a mommy close at hand
to hold their hand and kiss their booboos. As for crap on my doorstep, my
belief is that the crap always gets dumped there by some incompetent who
comes begging because he can't get the job done himself. The farther away
these and their ilk remain from me the better I like it.

Wilbur Hubbard