1.) how humble of you to admit that you are not the sole source of truth. your statement reminds me of clinton's "i accept full responsibility...". it was a sham with which to dress untruth, to divert attention from the matter at hand.Quote:
Originally Posted by ZOID ZODIAN
2.) physics is a study in universal constants regarding the interaction of mass and force that may be reduced by definition in mathematical expression. designers of autorifles have been manipulating physics principles for over 100 years. you strike me as well enough educated that i would have expected in you an understanding at even a basic level.
3.) the balance is within your control.
a shooter who desires to bump must choose a rifle which is balanced in terms of the weight of the gun vs recoil generated by the firing of it's cartridge. the ak-47 is nearly ideal in this respect. recoil impulse generated is sufficient to force the gun backward far enough to disengage the trigger from a static trigger finger and allow the sear to reset, even against the forward tension of the off hand/arm. the operator's arm is in flexion against muscle tension enough that when the recoil is reduced the rifle is automatically bounced forward, and the trigger again comes into contact with the static finger. forward momentum of the bolt and carrier, and balance of the rifle itself are also factors in this simple mathematical equation.
think of your left arm as a rubber band, and your trigger finger as a fencepost. it's sort of a tai chi thing. manipulation of the body is possible thru subjugation of the will.
the remainder of your 3rd point is with concern to the psychology of "projection". i was partnered with a psychologist during her graduate studies, tutoring her to an advanced degree. i have no desire to demonstrate my understanding of the principles of human psychology to you in any way less subtle than that which i am already employing.
4.) learning is a lifelong process. you should keep at it. my credibility is already established.
5.) kalashnikov designed a rifle that could be built by women with steam hammers and used by children in the congo.
polish people are sticklers for detail. they just don't quit till it's right. hungarians are similar, except for that damned magyar, which, interestingly enough, is very closely related to basque, in a linguistic sense. these two languages are discrete from the remainder of european speech.
6.) statistical probability being what it is...
7.) i have not been hostile with you. i have merely stated truth. the hostility you infer is a manifestation of insecurities within your persona. i feel no need to aggress, but have not lost the skills accrued in younger days. if i were to engage you, you would be destroyed.
i do feel a need to limit the damage your insecurities inflict upon others.
if it were not for the injury you do this avocation, i would not have engaged you. i am a lion in this world. you are old enough to procreate, but not mature enough to stand over a pride.
8.) "I wrote what I wrote," and we read it. my concern is for those who might have thought you knew what you were talking about. time is a finite resource. i spend just enough of it here to limit the damage you accomplish thru disinformation, whether it be deliberate, or simply thru ignorance.
9.) tell me, had you an education in latin, would you understand my writing? having read churchill's 6 volumes regarding the second war, or well's "outline of history", would you understand my perspective? surely my style is a little obscure, and my learning antiquated by choice. language is ordered by it's day, and yet i bridge the chasms of the ages with alacrity.
10.) you are either a fool, or a dangerous youth in a man's world.
unfortunately our government employs young men in the pursuit of individuals who have violated the boundary of law. such work is better fit for old men, who have a little wisdom. old men know how to wait for an oponnent before moving the first peice. if you would like to talk about this privately, write me directly. maybe we should meet. if you are who i think you are, you will run away. if you are who i am concerned you may be, you will run to me, and i will be your friend.
11.) there is nothing like wandering the streets of a 3rd world city late at night, and realising you are not sure if the two men discretely following in the shadows are there to protect you, or simply awaiting an opportunity to kill you quietly. you are grateful, though, that they allowed you a few moments in the arms of a young woman who's name you knew not, who groaned in passion in a language you could not speak.
round the corner, then. fly away! quickly! into the taxi and off before they overtake you at a run...shouting out the window, "look for me tomorrow!...try and catch me then, if you can!"