Blah blah blah...semantics!!
If you actually believe that a Bigfeetsus roaming free across the hinterlands of North America is NOT an extraordinary claim than we'll always be at an impasse on this Wu...err...I mean LU...err...I mean LAL.
It's a lot easier to call me names than to engage in intelligent discussion, isn't it?
You simply cannot equate the fact that we the critical thinkers of earth need to be proved to that something exists with us needing to be proved to that our food isn't poisoned...it's a hamfisted analogy Wu....errr...I mean Lu...and should be beneath even the loopiest of Woos.
Double that cyanide. Just as you accept without proof the food isn't poisoned you accept that Bob Heironimus was the guy in the suit (and that there was a suit with a guy in it) without proof. So what does that make you?
It's been 40 some years....and all you have is the fact that you WANT Bigfeetsus to be there so bad that you are willing to take people at their word,23 yrs after the fact...well that's just not good enough for us.
40 years since what? The PGF was filmed in October, 1967. There was plenty going on before that.
I didn't even know about the phenomenon forty years ago. I understand most sceptics these days get their ideas from a highly biased media, but you might want to check this out a little more before being so sure.
I wouldn't think much of Joyce's story if there weren't others from New York. A friend of mine researched in Whitehall and, until I met him, I was dismissive of anything east of the Missississippi (except Georgia). Now I'm not so sure. I need to get some confirmation on a story he told me involving six police officers, but I'm finding out my ignorance of activity doesn't mean there's nothing going on.
Even after Giant Pandas were found to not be native myth after all, it still took 60 years for an expedition to actually capture one. We haven't had forty years worth of expeditions out to bring in a sasquatch.
Face it Wu...you are a romantic Hairy Biped fan,a Tru Bleever of the highest order...you are beyond reason,you are beyond thinking critically...and most importantly you are beyond help.
Is that supposed to hurt my feelings or something? Should confirmation come in your lifetime, you'll just be another close-minded scoftic sharing in a liberal serving of crow.
Your Bigfeet Fandom will last till the last tree on earth is felled and there isn't a Hairy Biped behind it...
Ever hear of reforestation?
even than you will probably lament that it had gone extinct before it was proven to exist. It's all part of your delicately peiced together worldview...and I guess if you sleep better Bleeving in Bigfeetsus ...well more power to ya I guess.
It doesn't matter to me one way or another if this is confirmed. In fact, if and when it is, I'd be disappointed. I'd have to find another hobby; it's more fun to argue about it than to say, "I told you so".
I don't think they're in any danger of extinction.
I sleep better reading Sam Harris'
The End of Faith, which is what I'm currently doing at bedtime. Your attempts to portray me as a complete nincompoop don't really work, do they?
I've been meaning to ask: Is the "Mad" in Mad Hom mad in the sense of angry or in the sense of mad as a hatter?