hahaha all of you couch physicists. Yea, the only force acting on the bullet in the "y" component is gravity. It's the same for both bullets. In fact the acceleration due to gravity is the same for a bullet and a bowling ball or a semi-truck and a feather (in a vacuum of course).

Now the spin of the bullet, while stabilizing the bullets trajectory in the "x" direction, has very little affect over the bullets fall. That's probably a little more difficult to understand. Would probably need a course in fluids and aerodynamics to solve that.

The harder thing to understand would be if I told you that if you fired a bullet from a rooftop straight down to the ground, or you fired it at an upward angle, due to the conservation of energy, both bullets would have to be travelling at the same velocity magnitude when they hit the ground (although direction at impact would be different, obviously).

>> ^lucky760:

Nothing is real until it has been observed! This clearly needs thinking about. Are we really saying that in the 'real' world - outside of the laboratory - that until a thing has been observed it doesn't exist? This is precisely what the Copenhagen Interpretation is telling us about reality."


meteorites crash through people's rooftops. so, nope...

it's not all that strange as long as you stop looking at things from a hominid perspective, seeing a 3D world, with linear real-time causations etc.
fundamentally the universe is maths, just mathematic probabilities, laws and limits at certain values - of a possibly infinite array (this is just one branch of possibilities where things like us could occur).
so, when understanding it like this - the smallest detectable limits of this place all just comes down to probabilities, it's all just made of maths. not building blocks, not stuff, but just potentials.

And on rooftops, and in the ocean, and in multistory structures( some people were using storage containers stacked on each other, really brilliant), there is really a lot of innovation in this area. Overpopulation is mainly sensationalism at this point (IMO). The real problem is poverty. I actually like the idea of eating meat without slaughtering an animal.

He won't get off the rooftop.

Liberal Lies About National Health Care: First in a Series

by ANN COULTER


(1) National health care will punish the insurance companies.

You want to punish insurance companies? Make them compete.

As Adam Smith observed, whenever two businessmen meet, "the conversation ends in a conspiracy against the public, or in some contrivance to raise prices." That's why we need a third, fourth and 45th competing insurance company that will undercut them by offering better service at a lower price.

Tiny little France and Germany have more competition among health insurers than the U.S. does right now. Amazingly, both of these socialist countries have less state regulation of health insurance than we do, and you can buy health insurance across regional lines -- unlike in the U.S., where a federal law allows states to ban interstate commerce in health insurance.

U.S. health insurance companies are often imperious, unresponsive consumer hellholes because they're a partial monopoly, protected from competition by government regulation. In some states, one big insurer will control 80 percent of the market. (Guess which party these big insurance companies favor? Big companies love big government.)

Liberals think they can improve the problem of a partial monopoly by turning it into a total monopoly. That's what single-payer health care is: "Single payer" means "single provider."

It's the famous liberal two-step: First screw something up, then claim that it's screwed up because there's not enough government oversight (it's the free market run wild!), and then step in and really screw it up in the name of "reform."

You could fix 90 percent of the problems with health insurance by ending the federal law allowing states to ban health insurance sales across state lines. But when John McCain called for ending the ban during the 2008 presidential campaign, he was attacked by Joe Biden -- another illustration of the ironclad Ann Coulter rule that the worst Republicans are still better than allegedly "conservative" Democrats.

(2) National health care will "increase competition and keep insurance companies honest" -- as President Barack Obama has said.

Government-provided health care isn't a competitor; it's a monopoly product paid for by the taxpayer. Consumers may be able to "choose" whether they take the service -- at least at first -- but every single one of us will be forced to buy it, under penalty of prison for tax evasion. It's like a new cable plan with a "yes" box, but no "no" box.

Obama himself compared national health care to the post office -- immediately conjuring images of a highly efficient and consumer-friendly work force -- which, like so many consumer-friendly shops, is closed by 2 p.m. on Saturdays, all Sundays and every conceivable holiday.

But what most people don't know -- including the president, apparently -- with certain narrow exceptions, competing with the post office is prohibited by law.

Expect the same with national health care. Liberals won't stop until they have total control. How else will they get you to pay for their sex-change operations?

(3) Insurance companies are denying legitimate claims because they are "villains."

Obama denounced the insurance companies in last Sunday's New York Times, saying: "A man lost his health coverage in the middle of chemotherapy because the insurance company discovered that he had gallstones, which he hadn't known about when he applied for his policy. Because his treatment was delayed, he died."

Well, yeah. That and the cancer.

Assuming this is true -- which would distinguish it from every other story told by Democrats pushing national health care -- in a free market, such an insurance company couldn't stay in business. Other insurance companies would scream from the rooftops about their competitor's shoddy business practices, and customers would leave in droves.

If only customers had a choice! But we don't because of government regulation of health insurance.

Speaking of which, maybe if Mr. Gallstone's insurance company weren't required by law to cover early childhood development programs and sex-change operations, it wouldn't be forced to cut corners in the few areas not regulated by the government, such as cancer treatments for patients with gallstones.

(4) National health care will give Americans "basic consumer protections that will finally hold insurance companies accountable" -- as Barack Obama claimed in his op/ed in the Times.

You want to protect consumers? Do it the same way we protect consumers of dry cleaning, hamburgers and electricians: Give them the power to tell their insurance companies, "I'm taking my business elsewhere."

(5) Government intervention is the only way to provide coverage for pre-existing conditions.

The only reason most "pre-existing" conditions aren't already covered is because of government regulations that shrink the insurance market to a microscopic size, which leads to fewer options in health insurance and a lot more uninsured people than would exist in a free market.

The free market has produced a dizzying array of insurance products in areas other than health. (Ironically, array-associated dizziness is not covered by most health plans.) Even insurance companies have "reinsurance" policies to cover catastrophic events occurring on the properties they insure, such as nuclear accidents, earthquakes and Michael Moore dropping in for a visit and breaking the couch.

If we had a free market in health insurance, it would be inexpensive and easy to buy insurance for "pre-existing" conditions before they exist, for example, insurance on unborn -- unconceived -- children and health insurance even when you don't have a job. The vast majority of "pre-existing" conditions that currently exist in a cramped, limited, heavily regulated insurance market would be "covered" conditions under a free market in health insurance.

I've hit my word limit on liberal lies about national health care without breaking a sweat. See this space next week for more lies in our continuing series.

Pre-Beatles rooftop music madness!

he coulda shouted it from the rooftops and we'd still be in the same mess we're in today. the bailout and its negative effects were intended, and deliberately implemented.

How so?

he coulda shouted it from the rooftops and we'd still be in the same mess we're in today. the bailout and its negative effects were intended, and deliberately implemented.

Right!? Like they couldn't have found an empty rooftop somewhere in LA to film on? The movie is so much fun while intoxicated!

Oh, and all the "rooftop" scenes are shot in front of a green screen! I mean, really? It's not like they're doing any Die Hard stunts or anything. It's just people talking and the occasional tussle. It's terrible. TERRIBLE!!!

i just downvoted my first qm comment.
(i think, i maybe proven wrong, but i dont REMEMBER voting another one down)
taking care of eachother as a national ideal is not the samething as "celebrating" being downtrodden. i suppose you celebrate the kind of greed which creates this human refuse. with compassion, we all grow stronger.
im confused as to your idea of morality.


imstellar, then youve probably never been a victim of gross abuse or mental illness.

the homeless i have known and loved were either teenage runaways- victims of abuse and addiction. or the severely mentally ill. in one way they choose it i suppose.

i know very well what the point when you give up, reject the abuse and violence youve been subjected to and run. that cave looks better than another beating with the nearest kitchen appliance.

i never liked these kinds of underground squats either. i prefered camping on rooftops or the shanty towns that spring up around rail yards and creeks hidden in the city.

i also know very well the point when you give up on someone you love, who means the world to you, and sit by in your house with your paycheck while they give up and run out of options and choose this kind of squalor.

last thing i heard about the father of my children, he was brutality beaten at the public shelter and spent a few weeks in ICU at the county hospital.
the same problem exists with transportation. its illegal to quietly hop aboard an empty freight car and in many states you can be shot for having the gall to do so. but the alternative is to hitchhike (also illegal, but they cant shoot you) and hope the trucker who picks you up doesnt hold a knife to your throat while hes cumming on your leg. or take your chances with getting felt up when you pass out on the greyhound.

many teen runaway friends ended up joining cults. which look like concentration camps really, they clean you up, shave your head, put you to work and preach to you the word of jesus......... and of course they wouldnt dream of helping you attempt to locate some family or some assistance so you can get an education.


also, hiv positive men and women can not safely attempt to spend the night at the shelter, they will be beaten up. (which makes no sense)

some people are complaining that jesse ventura keeps saying the same things over and over....
GOOD!
i hope he keeps getting invited to shows and KEEPS SAYING IT!
say it on the streets,from the rooftops,from inside your car,at taco bell.
who cares where you say it...just SAY IT.
waterboarding is TORTURE and it is ILLEGAL.
has anybody noticed that every defendant of "advanced interrogation" NEVER served in the military,NEVER got waterboarded,and ALWAYS use the red herring argument of the "ticking time-bomb"?cant deal with the factual implications of "legalities" so lets make shit up.......fucking pussies.

the baby-faced host never had the balls to enlist and serve his country,yet feels that it is fine and dandy to discard to rule of law for convenience.the very thing that those of us who DID have the balls to do,fought to protect.
all because he is "scared"...
well boo-fucking-hoo nancy boy!
GOD..are all neo-con tools such incredible panty-waists?
talk about your rating high on the "wussy scale"...yeesh.
thats it..im out..this subject gets me too heated.
ill let netrunner comment with his usual cool-headedness.
if i keep watching these retards defend torture anymore im punching somebody in the face.
peace.

I remember this Korean guy with a AK47 or something similiar on his store rooftop. Crazy stuff.

In June of '07, I went down to Ecuador to train at an archaeological field school. I was an Anthro minor and intended to pursue a career in Biological Anthropology, specializing in molecular clocking (deducing rates of evolution through DNA base pair variation), and wanted some kind of field experience before finishing undergrad. I just googled archae field schools and picked one. It was run by a university in Florida to which I had no connection whatsoever. It was run by two profs and had two separate classes: one in archaeology (digging) and one in ethnography (meeting people and writing about them). I ended up in the archaeological field school.

Upon arriving, I met the rest of the participants. Many of them knew each other, and I was somewhat of a novelty. The first night, I managed to take the smart but prudish girl back to my room for some "Hey, I just met you, why don't we fool around" action. Little did I know what I was getting into.

She turned out to be crazy. Like top-notch, grade A, never-been-kissed, "I'll give you $100 to take my virginity" crazy. It didn't take me long to make it clear that I was not that in need of cash, and that I was not falling in love. This did not go over well, and for the first two weeks of the six week program, I had to apologize to every fucking person in the camp for subjecting them to the tears of this crazy, immature, raving girl.

However, (this is where it gets interesting) during those first two weeks, I was spending all day in the field away from Crazy, who was studying ethnography in the coastal village where we were camped about 6km away. All day, I was troweling dirt and plotting pits next to one of the hottest and most engaged-to-be-married 20 year old girls I've ever met. At first, her neutrality as a "spoken for" woman was a good haven from the rest of the crowd, who were still kind of up-in-arms about my bagging and bouncing Ms. Crazy. And so, my pit partner and I got along swimmingly, spending the grueling but relieved-from-social-antagonism days talking about this and that. Now, I gotta tell ya, I'm a strapping lad (about 2m ((that's 6'6")) and 115kg ((250 lbs))) and I was very good at the field work. There is very little that impresses women, especially 20 year old engaged-to-be-married women, like being physically excellent at something right in front of them.

Around the end of week two, I started to notice that my pit partner and I were getting all electric and stuff around each other, making eyes and whispering sweet nothings as we toiled away in our dirt hole. Things got spicier and spicier, especially when I found out that the fiance was a wannabe prize fighter who couldn't hold a job, had cheated on her, and held his crotch rocket in about as much esteem as his wife-to-be (also, he bought her a $20k ring and made her mother make the payments on it). As I clearly could not give a flying cockroach's penis about this douche, I let myself really fall for this girl.

At the end of week three, we had four days off to travel wherever we chose. As I tend to be a loner if I don't find a very, very like-minded crony, I was planning to head south to Cuenca for a long weekend of solo traveling. But, as luck/fate/coincidence would have it, I met the soon-to-be-married lady and her traveling group at the bus stop just outside the village, also planning to go to Cuenca. Their group was minus a strong leader and without much Spanish, so I hooked up with them, "and it has made all the difference."

In Cuena, the girl and I fell in love. We didn't touch each other that weekend, but luck/fate/coincidence left us alone together too many times for there not to have been meaning in it. We talked by glowing midnight fountains, got lost on a house party dancefloor, drank too much shitty beer, and stared at the stars from the rooftop we had to crawl out a hotel window to sit on. Neither of us mentioned it out loud, but only used strong suggestion and innuendo. We both knew what was happening, but weren't sure if it was going to work. As I have failed to mention, but the astute reader might already suspect, my former liason Ms. Crazy considered herself to be Soon-to-Be-Married's best friend in Ecuador. She was right there in Cuenca with us the whole time, in complete denial of what was right in her face.

We returned from Cuenca on a Sunday, and I spent Monday and Tuesday white knuckled and sweating as I worked right next to a woman I could have ripped the perfect breast concealing oversized sweatshirt off and really gotten dirty. As she was engaged and about as virtuous as they come these days, no one suspected a thing. We were headed right straight towards Affair City on our pheromone and hormone fueled freight train, and no one else even had a whiff of it.

To this day, not one of the 20 or so other students has any idea that on that Tuesday after Cuenca, as we sat on the porch of my cabin--me playing guitar and her studying for the GRE--this girl and I began one of the world's greatest love affairs. That night, we finally put into words the feelings and fears, and each one assured the other that it would be safe as long as no one knew. At a peak moment in the conversation, I must have asked something like "Well, what's next, then?" The words she answered still echo in my mind whenever I have trouble sleeping. Sultry, slow and with head tilted, she said, "You wanna test the waters?" and glided across the porch and into my lightless room. I sat thinking Oh my god. She just fucking went into my cabin. Holy fuck, I'm gonna. Fuck. Shit. Wow. Wait a sec, she's in my cabin. STFU and get in there! She had to open the door to check if I was coming before the dazzle faded from my mind. I pushed her back into the darkness.

That was nearly two years ago now, and as I write, I am putting this princess to bed in our apartment in Taipei. We carried on an illicit affair, with trysts on 1 a.m. beaches, in shower stalls and in my Pacific breeze filled cabin for a month in Ecuador, and it has lasted to this day, across four continents and literally around the world. I have never written this story down before, and I just thank AC for giving me the forum.

Hmm, I'm not quite sure how to say this, but anyone notice how the Republicans are putting all their "brown" people out there as if to say, "Look, some of are best people are not white!"

There's a few factors at work here.

No liberal believes it possible any "oppressed" person could ever be conservative. Liberal "diversity" has no room for diverse opinions outside of The Doctrine.

Republicans are not race-obsessed like Democrats and therefore don't have to shout from the rooftops every 30 seconds that B. Hussein Obama is the first BLACK President, "logically" concluding anyone opposing the scamulus must be a racist.

Either Steele changed his views or agreed to represent majority GOP principles to take the job. So? Compare him to Obama, who has been a marxist, anti-freedom radical for most of his life. He'll never CHANGE so abandon all HOPE.