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On Sat, 15 Nov 2008 14:23:46 -0500, Bear Bottoms wrote: 
 
 I don't expect you to understand a ****ing thing about flight, Bottoms, 
 look who taught you.  
  
 You're lucky you didn't gain airspeed and disintegrate, you lousy 
 *******. 
  
 I was in control. You don't need to be a physical major to know I was in 
 control. I was asking a simple question. That is all. Then you 
 denigrate, it hurts your character. 
  
 Did you fly 7500 kilos in and out of Central America? No, that makes you 
 suspect as an expert. We were active at Mena, but not that active. There 
 is no question we were the biggest thing going on at Mena at the time. 
  
 From about late 1982 till 1986 we owned Mena airport. It appeared to us 
 that we had a lock on Mena at the time. I will not step outside of our 
 operations as an expert on anything. I agree that would be ludicrous. On 
 the other hand, we were very observant and so were our contacts. My 
 assurance comes from this thinking. It is not omnipotent. It is 
 omnipotent as to what we did. 
  
 *PUT DOWN THE CRACK PIPE, BILLY BOY* 
  
 Ok, so you and your buddy Barry Seal were hot****s in a little, 
 no-nothing town in AR, so what? you still almost killed you and all 
 because you haven't a clue about how flight, weight, vertical damping 
 and a host of other things actually work. 
  
 I was a pilot for an oil company in Saudi. I went back to Saudi and 
 resigned by letter for personal family reasons. This is fact. I learned 
 more flying than you by being there.  
  
 I was involved with every one of the operations in Mena. You were not. 
 I was the one who brought the drugs there. In two years we made the 
 great majority of the cocaine flight basically. Barry Seal sold some 
 fake Quaaludes to an undercover officer in Florida. We dumped the load 
 of kilos and Quaaludes in the Amite river. You weren't there. We had 
 light Quaaludes. We took those to Florida. We needed money. That's all, 
 just money.  
  
 He had a friend in Florida who had gotten in trouble, unbeknownst to 
 Seal, who said he knew somebody who would buy them. Zap. Caught red 
 handed. This was the only time. Then there was the exception for the 
 1972 explosives thing. No one else got close. Except the event in Baton 
 Rouge near our communications shack in the swamps where the state 
 police  were surveilling Seal quite boisterously, but Seal was involved 
 in ongoing stings for the feds at the time and nothing came of it. 
 Certainly the state people were frustrated. Too bad.
You bounce around like a thrown superball in a tight closet, IdiotBear. 
Where do you get all this rubbish from anyway?
 
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