Here is an example of someone who gets it.

[fob727]

Sounds like he's done OK for himself at UPS, flying the big iron for big money and all.



BBB isn't a pilot at all. He's the same POS that was on the Yahoo financial board harassing the ATSG investors and employees. He's a moron.

 

[Browntothebone]

I am very uset that I appear to be losing my status as "Rhoid". Maybe a a sixpack of http://www.yuengling.com/ would soften the blow.

 

[fob727]

maybe you are losing your status as rhoid.....but not as a POS

 

[Browntothebone]

Terry Jacks - Seasons In The Sun

I am relieved and I would therefore like to dedicate the following song to you. This is the DHL USA anthem, sad but true.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfm-17pu6SQ

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seasons_In_The_Sun

Terry Jacks, who had participated in the Beach Boys recording, and who had in fact introduced the song to the group, rewrote part of the lyrics to "lighten them up." Jacks' revisions tended to add a bit of ambiguity as to the nature of the storyteller's demise, allowing listeners the option to choose whether the death is by the execution; from suicide over a failed life - quite possibly to escape drug addiction; or from natural causes.

Seasons In The Sun​

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach ​

 

[fob727]

snappy response, BTB....how long did it take to come up with this? Always part of that 5%, huh? POS!!

 

[Whistlin' Dan]

I am relieved and I would therefore like to dedicate the following song to you. This is the DHL USA anthem, sad but true.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfm-17pu6SQ

Not even close. This one cuts a lot closer to the heart of the matter;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TH6-bQYuiU&feature=related


You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp but now you realise
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say "do you want to make a deal?"

 

[100-1/2]

duplificated.

 

[100-1/2]

I thought ALPA progressed from a "bend-over" organization to a "reach-around" entity? Or,
have they regressed? Possibly, multi-mission
ready due to increased market demand on
increasingly limited resources due to a declining
economy facing scarce availability of streetside
resources?

100-1/2