Re: [ddk632] Washington Post News Story
It is funny to see the responses. Before I was BASE jumping, I wrote a rebuttal to an article written by a whining c***. It's basically the same type of individual, just a different situation. People like that are basically useless-- the failures of others are the only way they can justify their own cowardice and prejudice.
Anti-risk article and my rebuttal
I'll go ahead and get this out of the way straight from the beginning. The guy that wrote that is a bitch. He is of the mindset that anyone who is willing to take risks is a fool. Now, it's understood that mixing drugs and alcohol with activities that require full concentration is idiotic but that isn't his primary target. He possesses the attitude and sentiment of a coward at heart. He, and others like him, mask their cowardice through a guise of superior reason and intellect.
For the sake of not turning this into a longer email, I will narrow it down to two types of cowards/fearful people. There are those that are either indifferent towards risk and risktakers. In this category, I will also lump those that live vicariously through risktakers.
The flip side of that coin, like our author here, are the cowards that are inwardly threatened by risk. Along with them are those people that are so fearful that they have no concept of willingly placing oneself at risk. But rather than accepting that, they lash out-- through word or action. In their eyes, I am a fool. Every man or woman willing to take a risk is a fool. They hide in their 5star rating SUV's, they watch the world from a box in their living room, their aforementioned outdoor activities (so hardcore in their minds, at least according to this author) probably amount to little more than a sedate hike and camping weekend in a carefully controlled park. They will always view the world far from that line in the sand, that threshold of fear, far from that terror invoking place where their feeble minds shut down and the world becomes an incomprehensible blur.
They live in a shelter-- like little mice who run and hide at the first sign of danger. They can never understand that they live in a prison; they will never know what it is like to be truly free.
They can never understand how some can survive at the edge, so terribly beyond their own threshold of fear, let alone thrive there. They can never understand the drive and the excitement and the push for something bigger and greater.
They are the same type of man who hid in his hut when war came to his home and the same type of man who mocked those who pushed out beyond the expansive ocean to find new worlds and new lands. He stayed at home, hidden away from history, with nothing to carry his name. Everyday he died the daily death of a coward. He ran and cowered from death, but death was, and still is, his bedmate.
There are still those that desire to push the boundaries and to find out what is really possible. Just how far can we push-- how far is too far? Risk and self-preservation are often considered two opposing concepts but when brought together, they allow us to go farther than we could have ever imagined. There are times when it is right to ease off and save testing the boundaries for another day and then there are times when pushing full speed is the only way to go.
I regularly engage in risky behavior but I have a fair idea of my limits. And I know these limits by testing them, slowly but surely, farther and farther each time. I've only reached the tip of the iceberg. There is so much out there. So much left to do, so many new boundaries yet to explore.
I am also aware of my own mortality. But in the face of death, and the intensity of the moment, I am most alive. Everything is clear; the world ticks in slow motion and sensory perception sped up immeasurably. It is freedom.
Death can come from anywhere, but to give yourself to worry is defeat of the worst nature. History isn't made by the coward.
And yet there will always be those that criticize and hide behind the mask. I see through them but I don't argue. My response is always simple and always the same, I just smile and wave and go on to live another day.
>Murphy's Law
>
>Running of the fools
>
>By Austin Murphy
> Injuries inflicted by the bulls have something in common with many
>of those suffered by adventure athletes: They're the result of sheer
>stupidity . Jon Dimis/AP Photo
>This seems as good a time as any to extend my sympathies, and an
>apology, to the victims of the recent carnage in Pamplona, Spain,
>where nine people were gored and trampled in this year's annual
>running of the bulls.
>
>Dear Bulls:
>
>Obviously, it was beneath your dignity to be forced to mingle with
>such a drunken, clueless rabble. Sorry about that.
>
>Rain-slicked cobblestones and, I don't know, maybe the fact that
>they'd been drinking all night, caused some runners to fall down in
>the path of the snuffling, one-ton beasts, who, miraculously, didn't
>kill anyone. "I'm a fast runner," goring victim Jamie Massie told the
>Toronto Sun, "but they can catch up to [anyone], no problem." That
>knowledge might have served you better, Jamie, before you decided to
>engage them in a footrace.
>
>This is not to imply that running with enraged bovines while one's
>blood-alcohol level hovers in the neighborhood of Rey Ordoez's
>batting average, is a sport. However, the injuries the bulls inflicted
>do have something in common with many of those suffered by mainstream
>adventure athletes: They are unnecessary, preventable and the result
>of sheer stupidity.
>
>While the bulls played Hacky Sack with those fools in Pamplona, a
>search party of roughly 100 people combed California's Stanislaus
>National Forest. They were looking for Eric Tucker, an intermediate
>hiker who'd decided to trek solo some 50 miles through the Sierra
>Nevada mountains. On June 27, his first day on the trail, Tucker got
>lost and broke his left ankle. Things went downhill from there. The
>good news is that he's O.K.: He limped out of the woods on July 11.
>The bad news is that five searchers were injured when their helicopter
>crashed while they were looking for him.
>
>"One thing we stress," says David Kovar, a search and rescue volunteer
>from Cupertino, Calif., "is that there are consequences to your
>actions. When you get lost, you put other people at risk."
>
>That's what happened when hiker John Devine, who was 73 and blind in
>one eye, attempted to summit a peak in Washington's Buckhorn
>Wilderness Area in 1997. When he didn't return for several days,
>rescuers went looking for him in helicopters. A chopper went down,
>three rescuers died and Devine was never found. Two years ago Kovar
>was part of the First Response Group, an elite search and rescue squad
>that helped find Robert Bogucki, an Alaska firefighter who sauntered
>off on a solo, soul-searching trip into Australia's Great Sandy Desert
>and wound up lost for 42 days. From his hospital bed on the day of his
>rescue, Bogucki told an Aussie TV crew, "I do feel satisfied that I've
>scratched that itch." Oh, sure, he'd necessitated rescue efforts that
>cost a small fortune -- but, hey, at least he scratched his itch!
>
>Even if you are the only one injured, you have the power to give an
>entire sport a black eye. Take BASE-jumping, whose practitioners
>parachute from Buildings, Antennas, Spans and Earth, and have long
>sought to have their extreme sport legalized in national parks, where
>it is forbidden. Gosh, wonder why? In 1999 a BASE-jumper named Frank
>Gambalie executed a successful jump off the 3,500-foot face of
>Yosemite's El Capitan. When park rangers pursued him, Gambalie fled --
>into the Merced River, in which he drowned. That, Alanis Morissette,
>is ironic.
>
>Outraged at what they saw as his persecution, Gambalie's BASE-jumping
>peers organized a demonstration. They would prove to the world the
>safeness of their sport. Three jumpers leaped from El Cap, all three
>landing safely. Then it was Jan Davis's turn. Because she didn't want
>rangers to confiscate her rig, she borrowed someone else's chute -- a
>cardinal sin in BASE-jumping. As TV cameras rolled, the chute never
>opened and the 60-year-old grandmother hit the talus slope at the base
>of El Cap going 120 mph.
>
>One ingredient of Greek drama is the inevitability of tragedy. It need
>not be so in the great outdoors. We can manage our risk. We can elect
>to not ski out-of-bounds, especially on days when there is an
>avalanche risk. We can decide not to skydive at night, not to go free
>diving alone. We can get off the streets when we know that some very
>unhappy bulls are headed our way.
>
>The author, an incorrigible outdoor sports junkie and Sports
>Illustrated senior writer, muses on sundry subjects adventure-related.
>
>Issue date: July 23, 2001
>
>For more news, notes and features from the world of adventure sports,
>call toll free to order SI Adventure at 1-888-394-5427.
>
> >>He's targeting this @ the reckless individuals who BASE jump.