Brad Guth's Credentials

And Einstein would slap your face with all your anti-Zionist crap. Also,
Einstein knew of Newton's work and took it a step further. You seem to
think all conventional wisdom is part of some big brown-nosing conspiracy.
conventional wisdom is not really limited to just some "big
brown-nosing conspiracy", but wide open barn doors for every other
greedy, arrogant and bigoted Third Reich collaborator on Earth. After
all, if you're not sufficiently mainstream of sufficient "conventional
wisdom" you're in big trouble for obtaining that next grant or whatever
matching funds, whereas even those churches in opposition to our
resident warlord are now in big trouble with the IRS and otherwise
cut-off from the federal pie of faith-based fundings (aka life isn't
supposed to be fair).

What's "anti-Zionist" and/or face slapping about the truth? Here I'd
thought Jews were human and thus entitled to their fair share of
mistakes.

I too have taken the fine works and accomplishments of others and lo
and behold, I also "took it a step further", whereas you've kept
everything old and new as moderated to death by way of having stuffed
everything that rocks your good ship LOLLIPOP into the nearest
space-toilet, and without a stitch of remorse you're damn proud of it.
That's an honest clue, Eric Chomko, that you can't get yourself any
more mainstream Third Reich status quo if you'd tried.

Bush will be out in 2009. Geez!
Replaced by the better team of: Kinky Friedman and Howard Stern ?

In case you still haven't noticed, the jig has actually been up, and
those NASA/Apollo cows are as such are never coming home, nor is their
fat lady ever going to sing to us. However, most of us village idiots
are simply too snookered and summarily dumbfounded to distinguish one
horsepucky (aka butt ugly) lie from another, thus too freaking dumb and
dumber to realize that we've been had but good by those folks having
"the right stuff".

For the record, I believe that my words are far more understandable
than those of your's, or even better off than most of those words
associated with whatever's NASA certified, of which those scriptures of
your all-knowing NASA are not even up to LeapFrog-science standards.

In other words, our mainstream status quo (aka the same as your kind of
pagan god(s) along with Jesus Christ on another stick) is still having
to admit as of decades after the fact, that we still have no such hard
science as to raw ice in space, much less hard-science if that
sub-frozen substance were released upon our extremely hot and reactive
moon, or even if released under the protective cloak of earthshine. Of
what's ice looking as to certain polar deposits could be of a mostly
salt brine at best, or simply the likes of dry-ice and even frozen Rn
as a frosting upon the salty dry-ice powder.

I wonder how large of crater a cm3 (one gram) of ice exposed on the
moon would create?

Proof being is that you folks with your all-knowing expertise can't
even share squat as to the rate at which ice converts itself into lose
atoms of somewhat considerably less than H2O, or rather H2 and O2 or
perhaps becoming as little as just H and O, within hardly any time at
all.

Unless I'm dead wrong (which I'm usually not), you folks should have
been able to share as to exactly what duration of time in which that m3
or cm3 worth of raw ice survives upon the solar illuminated moon, or
otherwise in LL-1 space?

By way of those supposed NASA/Apollo missions to/from our moon and
having supposedly gotten upon the nasty surface could have easily
accomplished loads of hard-science, and having been quite easily
documented via photographs and by way of other existing instruments
(aka stopwatch) as to such hard-science that pertains to the survival
of raw ice, as per having accomplished this along the way as well as
upon the surface of our moon, at next to no impact upon the other
portions of their missions that should have and most certainly provided
this plus much other hard-science about our moon, but also having
nailed their proof-positive coffin dead shut. Instead, we have dozens
if lose coffin lids if not hundreds of relevant science questions as
having been asking these sorts of basic questions for decades on end,
that which we're offered infomercial-science (aka take-it or leave-it
mainstream soft-science) instead of the hard-science and thus easily
proven (aka replicated) facts that'll consistently add up to what fits
within the regular laws of physics.

Six years ago you could have been a great help to my research.
However, because of your previous naysay mindset that sucks and blows,
now the likes of yourself are of no help whatsoever. That's
unfortunate since humanity may survive the gauntlet which you and
other's you've approved of have created and sustained with such great
gusto ever since.
-
Brad Guth

In message .com, Brad
Guth writes

For the record, I believe that my words are far more understandable
than those of your's, or even better off than most of those words
associated with whatever's NASA certified, of which those scriptures of
your all-knowing NASA are not even up to LeapFrog-science standards.


As the Iron Duke said: 'If you believe that, you will believe anything'.
Even this paragraph is incomprehensible.

This thread looks as if it will outlast Cats or Phantom. Is there a
chance we could get Andrew Lloyd Webber to set it to music?
--
Peter

Ying tong iddle-i po!

Rand Simberg; I'll compare him to Einstein. He's no Einstein.
I'm also no brown-nosed minion to your Third Reich, nor to our resident
warlord(GW Bush) and of his Skull and Bones cult. How about yourself?
-
Brad Guth

I'll compare him to Einstein. He's no Einstein.

He's no Einstein?

Hell... he's no Forest Gump!

"Brad Guth" screamed:

Is this the very best Usnet ****ology that your incest buttology can
muster?

Hmmm, with Brad's limited vocabulary, can you imagine what it must be like at the Guth household?.....

"Dinner is ready, dear! Are you coming?"

"NO! I have to tell off these brown-nosed minions of ****ology!"

"Um, that's nice dear... but your dinner is getting cold..."

"Dammit woman, I smell butt cheeks... are you part of their spookologist conspiracy now?"

"No dear, we're having pork chops, your favorite!"

"Don't naysay me woman! I wrote the book on buttology! I smell crapola!"

"No dear, I just burnt the biscuits a little. Dear, did you take your meds today?"

"Don't give me that third-reich MIB crapola! Just slide my dinner under the door!"

"O.k., honey... by the way, what would you like for breakfast in the morning?"

"Scrappola! With two incest-cloned eggs, conspiracy-side-up!!!!"

"Rand Simberg" wrote in message ...

Actually, I can see the makings of a hit sitcom here.

"That's My Brad"

LMFAO! And every show would have a signature ending; Brad spewing
another incongruous tirade of conspiracy accusations, his voice fading away
as the mom/wife (played Debra Jo Rupp) sighs, "THAT'S MY BRAD!"
(cue laugh track, cut to lithium commercial!)

Why keep proving that you're such intellectual bigots and otherwise
brown-nosed minions to the Skull and Bones of our Third Reich (aka GW
Bush).

Is there a hidden Usenet ruel of such spooks and moles and/or
NOVA/GOOGLE infomercial damage-control borgs making absolutely certain
that the world knows how terribly unfortunate your incest cloned
mutations turned out?
-
Brad Guth

"Brad Guth" blathered incoherently:

Is there a hidden Usenet ruel of such spooks and moles and/or
NOVA/GOOGLE infomercial damage-control borgs making absolutely certain
that the world knows how terribly unfortunate your incest cloned
mutations turned out?

THAT'S MY BRAD!

(audience laughter)

In message .com, Brad
Guth writes
Peter Twydell,
Is this the very best Usnet ****ology that your incest buttology can
muster?

This thread looks as if it will outlast Cats or Phantom. Is there a
chance we could get Andrew Lloyd Webber to set it to music?
-
Brad Guth

QED
--
Peter

Ying tong iddle-i po!

Rand Simberg ) wrote:
: On Fri, 17 Mar 2006 11:40:34 -0500, in a place far, far away, "I"
: made the phosphor on my monitor glow in
: such a way as to indicate that:

: "Brad Guth" screamed:
:
: Is this the very best Usnet ****ology that your incest buttology can
: muster?
:
: Hmmm, with Brad's limited vocabulary, can you imagine what it must be like at the Guth household?.....
:
: "Dinner is ready, dear! Are you coming?"
:
: "NO! I have to tell off these brown-nosed minions of ****ology!"
:
: "Um, that's nice dear... but your dinner is getting cold..."
:
: "Dammit woman, I smell butt cheeks... are you part of their spookologist conspiracy now?"
:
: "No dear, we're having pork chops, your favorite!"
:
: "Don't naysay me woman! I wrote the book on buttology! I smell crapola!"
:
: "No dear, I just burnt the biscuits a little. Dear, did you take your meds today?"
:
: "Don't give me that third-reich MIB crapola! Just slide my dinner under the door!"
:
: "O.k., honey... by the way, what would you like for breakfast in the morning?"
:
: "Scrappola! With two incest-cloned eggs, conspiracy-side-up!!!!"

: Actually, I can see the makings of a hit sitcom here.

: "That's My Brad"

That or "Guthology" or "The World According to Guth".