He Shot Himself Down

Ballooning

Oregon man flies 193 miles on a lawn chair and 105 balloons

Last weekend, Kent Couch settled down in his lawn chair with some snacks — and a parachute. Attached to his lawn chair were 105 large helium balloons.

Destination: Idaho.

With instruments to measure his altitude and speed, a global positioning system device in his pocket, and about four plastic bags holding five gallons of water each to act as ballast — he could turn a spigot, release water and rise — Couch headed into the Oregon sky.

Nearly nine hours later, the 47-year-old gas station owner came back to earth in a farmer’s field near Union, short of Idaho but about 193 miles from home.

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Couch decided to stop when he was down to a gallon of water and just eight pounds of ballast. Concerned about the rugged terrain outside La Grande, including Hells Canyon, he decided it was time to land.

He popped enough balloons to set the craft down, although he suffered rope burns. But after he jumped out, the wind grabbed his chair, with his video recorder, and the remaining balloons and swept them away. He’s hoping to get them back some day.

MennoBashing

Let's bash a few Mennonites for the misdeeds of an ex-Mennonite. Jones met Landis and found us all lacking. Being in the drink made him think. Good deal.

Columnist admits to going overboard:

The point is, I was trying to say in a snarky way that if you can’t trust the Mennonites anymore, who can you trust?

But that’s not the way it came out. It came out as a mass indictment of a group with which the cyclist should not really even be associated anymore. It was unfair.

So he caught on he went overboard.

Was his first clue the wet clothes?

Or the water in his nose?

Or the sharks nipping his toes?

Who knows.

Loose Rubberband Gun

Not to be confused with a loose cannon, please. 😉

Here we have Mr. (not to be confused with reverend, for God alone is reverend) Robertson holding forth regarding Ariel Sharon’s stroke:

The Reverend Pat Robertson says Prime Minister Ariel Sharon’s massive stroke could be God’s punishment for giving up Israeli territory.

He is right. It could be God’s punishment.

It also could be God saying, “Ariel, you’ve done what I sent you to do. Time to leave the scene.”

I much prefer Joel Rosenberg’s perspective to Pat Robertson’s. Here is just one paragraph from Rosenberg’s blog:

Let us pray, therefore, for the Israeli leader, for his family, his senior advisors, and for Vice Premier Ehud Olmert, who is now serving as acting Prime Minister as this difficult moment unfolds. Let us also pray for the peace of Jerusalem and the safety and protection of the Israeli people, who now face one of the most severe leadership crises in their modern history, even as terrorists smuggle arms into the West Bank and Gaza and Iran threatens to wipe Israel “off the map.”

Amen!

Since You Don’t Have Long to Live…

Got logic? A sentence for murder should be short if the victim had only a short time to live anyway?!

People’s logic defies logic sometimes.

We step into a story in progress in Tacoma, WA:

“The man was 69,
he wasn’t going to live forever,”
she said.

This here-unidentified “she” is upset because some 19-year-old relative of hers got sentenced to 30 years in prison for beating a 69-year-old man to death.

So when she’s nigh-70, is she voting to be beaten to death by some thug who could then get off with a 30-day sentence?

Amazing!

Above all, love God!