OMG I had to check Snopes.

That thing is real!

It also violates several sections of the US flag code. (ie this is considered "disrespectful" to the flag.) Using it as a blanket, letting it droop to the floor, or draping it over anything are all violations.

But Trumpians don't care about ACTUALLY disrespecting the flag. They just care when black people are doing anything resembling protest and they'll make it about the flag or other cultural institutions (which they've shown time and again they don't really care about) if they can possibly twist it that way.

That would be AWESOME if he was. But in actuality---because of the tail rotor still spinning and then how the main rotor blades droop as they slow down (at just about the right height-with no visual profile end o- to chop someone driving a semi or a bus in half)---the entire helicopter is a rotating engine of death until everything comes to a halt...
Thus, the duck and run of people getting out from a chopper. And not duck and run towards the tail rotor specifically.

Yeah, they used some very easy method to pull this off, no matter which way they did it. I can think of a few ways to do it. It's made incredibly easy to do, as well, due to the fact that Teller is allowed to get in it first and also that the bag never leaves it's origin (at the setup anyway--it doesn't matter after Teller is out).

I would use the "bag within a bag" type setup. Essentially when Teller gets in, there is already an opening at the bottom (with the stage sitting right there). Teller is standing on the stage, basically. With the second hole pulled up past him and cinched shut once Penn closes the other end (stopping helium from getting out).

Then they flash out the lights, and Teller merely pushes the bag off him, and making sure to cinch any slack off the bottom so it doesn't "droop" or look bigger than it should--if that was even needed (as they may have put a mild adhesive on the ground to keep the bag in place; Teller can also do it, but it's easier the other way).

It does make for a nice illusion.

By the way -- it isn't always women looking "totally pretty" who get assaulted.

At the time of my assault, I was wearing drooping MC Hammer pants and I was seriously chubby.

And when I was 14 and looked goofy as hell, a bunch of guys called out to my friend and me as we walked by "those legs look like they can fuck." I barely knew what the word meant, and they were cat calling two 14 year old girls?

Pretty has little to do with it.

Sometimes there is such intolerance of opposition in opinion here at the Sift. When your typical liberal Sifter decries the greed of the private sector, vilifies "big business" and slams Fox News, it is hailed throughout the ranks as a battle cry, but when bobknight33 suggests the inefficiency of government-controlled industry and criticizes MSNBC, he is bombarded by the mob with accusations of naivety, not substantiating his remarks and being a "troll." For instance, take a post like CrushBug's -- "Fucking Harper. I am glad they have spent the time and money to change the name of the gov't to "The Harper Government" so once this horrible aberration of politics is voted out we can easily identify and kill this kind of evil bullshit." This is the quintessence of unsubstantiated, ad hominem attack. Yet it is met with resounding approval and hardy back slaps aplenty, buoyed up by the inertia of the throng.

"You didn't want to come. The average man don't like trouble and danger. YOU don't like trouble and danger. But if only HALF a man—like Buck Harkness, there—shouts 'Lynch him! lynch him!' you're afraid to back down—afraid you'll be found out to be what you are—COWARDS—and so you raise a yell, and hang yourselves on to that half-a-man's coat-tail, and come raging up here, swearing what big things you're going to do. The pitifulest thing out is a mob; that's what an army is—a mob; they don't fight with courage that's born in them, but with courage that's borrowed from their mass, and from their officers. But a mob without any MAN at the head of it is BENEATH pitifulness. Now the thing for YOU to do is to droop your tails and go home and crawl in a hole. If any real lynching's going to be done it will be done in the dark, Southern fashion; and when they come they'll bring their masks, and fetch a MAN along."
-Mark Twain

>> ^messenger:

Dear all,
Stop feeding the troll please. bobknight33 is a troll, and his claims in this thread are wrong or cannot be substantiated. We all know that. I understand that "Someone's wrong on the Internet" is considered an emergency that requires your intervention, but really, it's not. bk33 has no influence here other than to disrupt threads, and it's you who give him that power by responding.
Ignoring is having the last word.
Thank you.

I'm guessing there are several devices working at different times, and while it appears one is being disproven, another is being used. This relies on the audience thinking it's a single trick rather than several.

First, there's a wire or some other physical device that moves the table around the floor when it's just the audience member touching it. From then on, notice Darren is careful to have firm contact with the table at all times while it's flying. There's a bar that Darren is holding under the cloth with his right hand, and he can use it to hold the table up and manipulate it. The wire is used again, but Darren is holding the table up and the wire is relaxed and droops down beside the table long enough for him to pass his hand over it (putting the whole table through a hoop would have discovered the wire). The name box is fixed to the table with magnets so Darren can manipulate the table holding the box, then at the end the wire is used again as he pushes the table down.

All speculation of course, but that's how it could be done.

>> ^rottenseed:

I think this is awesome. When I was a kid I used to be obsessed with modeling clay. I'd make all sorts of crazy creatures, play with them, then destroy them and start anew. I wish I had the technology to make a stop motion with my creations.


Most of the ones myself,my brother and my dad made back in the day involved lego and plasticine to some degree. (I really need to get those films into the digital realm) The problem we found was that the plasticine would melt under the hot lamps we used for lighting. One particular piece I remember had some creature coming towards camera between a couple of rows of trees. The trees were little model ones held up with plasticine bases... over the course of the little movie you watch the trees all droop and collapse to the ground as their bases melt.

They have a fat policy. Sure fat people may be able to get their behind in a seat, but then their other parts droop over into the neighboring seat. That is simply not fair to the other person. Many airlines make people who cannot fit between the armrest to purchase another seat. SouthWest goes a little further in that if they find out that the adjacent seat would have been empty anyways they refund the extra seat. That is totally a fair policy.

Airlines sell seats, that is their unit of measurement. They cannot sell less than a seat for very skinny people. Therefore they have to choose something that is fair to all passengers. I think the standard of "your whole body fitting between the two armrests" is a fair standard.

Debating on the size of the seats is another issue. Airlines are constanlty trying to cram us in smaller spaces. That is a different argument though.

The Audacity of Droop, lol!

>> ^Winstonfield_Pennypacker:
...routinely attempt to propagandize an opponent as unintelligent though.


She's dumb as a post - get over it. Everyone knows it, including most Republicans. Can you blame America for not wanting another fucking retard in the White House? Even so, that so many people voted for McCain/Palin (and W), apparently the best the Republicans could muster, is a pretty sad indictment on how fucked up a huge chunk of your country is.

I love the body language of the guy with the chainsaw just as the porch roof goes. Such devastation in a mere droop of the shoulders. It's almost poetic.

It's obviously a visual metaphor for the atrocities committed against the working class by the uncaring, callous elite.

The meat represents the overworked, impoverished blue collar masses - Stripped to the bone; to their very souls, of any pleasure or satisfaction in their grueling lifestyle. They pile together in close quarters, wedged against one another, cramped into their diminutive housing, without hope for a better tomorrow, because eventually they will be eaten. You can no longer even tell them apart. Steaks look the same, miserable and drooping. They do not think for themselves, they simply sit, and they rot away, and they wait for their total consumption.

The house is the greater world in which they live. The once beautiful draping is now tattered and worn. No thought has been given to its proper care, because eventually it will just be replaced with something new and innovative, yet cold and unfamiliar. The light of the world grows dim with time - The sun does not shine into their world like it used to. And it only grows dimmer as time marches onward. An artificial light source has been supplied by the elite, no doubt with empty promises that it will be sufficient for the masses, yet it too has grown frayed - A mere shadow of its once hollow glory. But somehow this does not bother the meat, because it was never comparable with the sun anyway.

Lastly, the powerful master sits in his comfortable chair, intentionally oblivious to the meat which lies right in front of him. His luxuries are a far cry from the frigid, industrial plastic in which the majority of society resides. He is deliberately distracted from the rotting meat by entertaining himself with novel items which he consumes with vigor, believing it to be of grand substance, but it is empty and bare. Eventually, he will devour one of his many morsels, exploit it for its essentials, and then excrete the rest. What the unthinking majority do not realize is how powerful their numbers are compared to him.

So in short, lol, that's pretty funny!!

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Oh...

*projectile vomits*

Urgh...

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What were we talking about?

Example #!: Notice the guitar casually adorning the wall in the background. This sends a message of hipness and artistry. Also note that he droops his head to his left so that the instrument is visible for all to see.