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Is it because as we age, we get crazier?
As I age, I find myself believing that the government has no business monitoring my calls to the local pizza joint or what my doctor prescribes for me.
I guess the same can be said for Reid and the GOP and all the folks who side with them. The older they get, the more they feel that the government has the right not only to know what type of pizza you order and what drugs your doctor prescribes but also what color your underwear is and if you have a real ficus or is it a silk fake.
The time where the government is able to walk into your house when you aren't there and sort through your underwear drawer and through the very home that the constitution and bill of rights ascribes to you as being, once, free of government searching.
Welcome to the USSA. Big brother thanks you for locking your dors to keep criminals out... Welcome to the future? I thought 1984 was fiction, not prophesy.
I've seen some dramatic pictures of planes taking off with what look like plugged engines due to the thick fog totally obscuring the inside of the engines.
It looks scary and yet cool...
It's interesting what a little moisture and the laws of physics can do.
Isn't there a Caribbean airport that has a notoriously short runway that requires long distance flights to stop for fuel?
My wife once had a flight stop for fuel heading to National from Detroit due to the restrictions and long waits for clearance and landing. I've heard it's gotten better but that was interesting. I got a call from her in Philadelphia, as I remember. I was shocked. 'Why are you there?' 'We ran out of gas.' she joked.
I'd rather have an overpaid pilot than and underpaid one.
Just like I'd rather have an overpaid surgeon than an overpaid insurance executive or politician...
This is an excellent photo of engine condensation.
http://www.airliners.net/open.file/0174130/M/
It looks like all three are plugged solid.