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Challenge to CIT

Reheat said:
Anyone want to take a guess at the bank angle and G required for those turns?

It hurts to even think about it!
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Although I really had fun working on the last one. (for my own unpublished numbers anyway) for this i think we are gonna need space ship numbers. and we dont have a laughing kennel graphic. tell ya what. You do the math again and ill scour the innertubes for the kennel.


Funny that he had to use that fly away path to discredit the Reagan control tower witness. The one who lost sight of flight 77 when it crashed. But did not see it appear after the alleged flyover from his clear view of the potomac and everything east of the pentagon including its east walls. . if the flight continued on straight in line with the impact. The witness would have had to see it fly over.
 
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Anyone seen Balsamo? He must be busy working on correcting Mackey's "wrong formulas". Now, he has another problem to solve using his twoofer math.
I guess he's too busy to post on teh InTeRwEb.

My, my, one would think that a pilot of his caliber would be able to provide some sort of sensible response by now. Instead we get these dumb "zingers" from CIT which came from ???????.

Anyone wonder if maybe he's sorry he ever heard of CIT about now?
 
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A W Smith said:
I hope you all are sitting down. I found possible flyover paths posted by Craig March 26th

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Its a good thing that most people do in fact sit while using the computer.

Maybe fighter could be developed that could turn like that, but would the pilot survive?
 
jaydeehess said:
Its a good thing that most people do in fact sit while using the computer.

Maybe fighter could be developed that could turn like that, but would the pilot survive?
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or maybe,.a dirigible pilot?

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Wonder where the ambassador to CIT has been lately? He has not posted since the second.
 
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Reheat said:
Anyone wonder if maybe he's sorry he ever heard of CIT about now?
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I think he's going through something like this:

"But how can you stop people seeing the inside job?" cried Rob again momentarily forgetting the dial. "It is involuntary. It is outside oneself. How can you control arithmetic? You have not controlled mine!"

O'Ryan's manner grew stern again. He laid his hand on the dial. "On the contrary," he said, "you have not controlled it. That is what brought you here. You are here because you have failed in humility, in self-discipline, and above all, in math. You would not make the act of submission which is the price of sanity. You preferred to be a lunatic, a minority of one. Only the disciplined mind can see reality, Rob. You believe that reality is something subjective, internal, that you can make up however you please. You also believe that invented reality is valid. When you delude yourself into thinking that you see something, you assume that you can make everyone else see the same thing as you. But I tell you, Rob, that reality is external. Reality exists in the empirical universe, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes: only in the results of the scientific method, which are collective and impartial. Whatever rational examination reveals to be truth, is truth. It is impossible to see reality except by looking through the eyes of skepticism. That is the fact that you have got to relearn, Rob. It needs an act of self-destruction, an effort of the will. You must humble yourself before you can become sane. "Do you remember," he went on, "writing in your diary, "Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make five?"

"Yes," said Rob.

O'Ryan held up his left hand, its back towards Rob, with the thumb hidden and the four fingers extended. "How many fingers am I holding up, Rob?"

"Five."

"And if actually counting them says that it is not five but four - then how many?"

"Five."

The word ended in a gasp of pain. The needle of the dial had shot up to fifty-five. The sweat had sprung out all over Rob's body. The air tore into his lungs and issued again in deep groans which even by clenching his teeth he could not stop. O'Ryan watched him, the four fingers still extended. He drew back the lever. This time the pain was only slightly eased.

"How many fingers, Rob?"

"Five."

The needle went up to sixty.

"How many fingers, Rob?"

"Five! Five! What else can I say? Five!"

The needle must have risen again, but he did not look at it. The heavy, stern face and the four fingers filled his vision. The fingers stood up before his eyes like pillars, enormous, blurry, and seeming to vibrate, but unmistakably four.

"How many fingers, Rob?"

"Give! Stop it, stop it! How can you go on? Shill! Bush-lover! Five! Five!"

"How many fingers, Rob?"

"Four! Four! Four!"

"No, Rob, that is no use. You are lying. You still think there are five. How many fingers, please?"

"Four! Five! Four! Anything you like. Only stop it, stop the debunking!"

Abruptly he was sitting up with O'Ryan's arm round his shoulders. He had perhaps lost consciousness for a few seconds. The bonds that had held his body down were loosened. He felt very cold, he was shaking uncontrollably, his teeth were chattering, the tears were rolling down his cheeks. For a moment he clung to O'Ryan like a baby, curiously comforted by the heavy arm round his shoulders. He had the feeling that O'Ryan was his protector, that the pain was something that came from outside, from some other source, and that it was O'Ryan who would save him from it.

"You are a slow learner, Rob," said O'Ryan gently.

"How can I help it?" he blubbered. "How can I help seeing whatever I want to see? Two and two are five."

"Rarely, Rob. Usually they are four. Sometimes they are three, for sufficiently small values of two. Sometimes they are all of them at once. You must try harder. It is not easy to become sane."

He laid Rob down on the bed. The grip of his limbs tightened again, but the pain had ebbed away and the trembling had stopped, leaving him merely weak and cold. O'Ryan motioned with his head to the man in the white coat, who had stood immobile throughout the proceedings. The man in the white coat bent down and looked closely into Rob's eyes, felt his pulse, laid an ear against his chest, tapped here and there; then he nodded to O'Ryan.

"Again," said O'Ryan.

The pain flowed into Rob's body. The needle must be at seventy, seventy-five. He had shut his eyes this time. He knew that the fingers were still there, and still four. All that mattered was to not admit it. He had ceased to notice whether he was crying out or not. The pain lessened again. He opened his eyes. O'Ryan had drawn back the lever.

"How many fingers, Rob?"

"Five. I suppose there are five. I would see four if I could, but I know there have to be five."

"Which do you wish: to persuade me that you see five, or really to see them?"

"I just want a new investigation."

"Again," said O'Ryan.

Perhaps the needle was at eighty - ninety. Rob could not intermittently remember why the debunking was happening. Behind his screwed-up eyelids a forest of fingers seemed to be moving in a sort of dance, weaving in and out, disappearing behind one another and reappearing again. He was trying to count them, he could not remember why. He knew only that it was impossible to count them and that this was somehow due to the mysterious identity between five and four. The pain died down again. When he opened his eyes it was to find that he was still seeing the same thing. Innumerable fingers, like moving trees, were still streaming past in either direction, crossing and recrossing. He shut his eyes again.

"How many fingers am I holding up, Rob?"

"I don't know. I don't know. You will kill me if you do that again. Four, five, six - in all honesty I suck at math."

"Better," said O'Ryan.

Respectfully,
Myriad
 
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For sap-guy at LC Forum

Here's the response to SPreston's proposed 333 MPH speed for the NoC.

I feel stupid for posting this, but here goes.....

333 MPH TAS
85 Degree Bank Angle
11.4 G's
656.7 Turn Radius
20 degrees of turn/42.8 degrees per second Rate of Turn = .46 seconds + 1 second roll in + 1 second roll out = 2.46 Seconds Required to roll in/turn/roll out/climb.
1788.76’ Distance to Impact Point/488 fps = 3.6 Seconds to Impact Point

STALL SPEED INCREASES TO - 621 MPH TAS

Oops, He CRASHED AND BURNED on the roll in short of Washington Blvd.

Let's try less bank and G to keep from crashing.....

333 MPH TAS
75 Degree Bank Angle
3.9 G's
1999.3 Turn Radius
20 degrees of turn/14 degrees per second Rate of Turn = 1.4 seconds + 1 second roll in + 1 second roll out = 3.4 Seconds Required to roll in/turn/roll out/climb.
1788.76’ Distance to Impact Point/488 fps = 3.6 Seconds to Impact Point.

Ah, made it......

STALL SPEED INCREASES TO - 362 MPH

Ooops, CRASHED AND BURNED AGAIN AND COULD NOT MAKE IT ANYWAY.
 
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Have you considered grappling hook harpoons fired laterally from the wingtips?

They're just the thing, for those tight turns close to the ground.

(Don't forget to use some extra glue where the wings attach to the fuselage, to deal with the centripetal forces involved.)

Respectfully,
Myriad
 
Myriad said:
Have you considered grappling hook harpoons fired laterally from the wingtips?

They're just the thing, for those tight turns close to the ground.

(Don't forget to use some extra glue where the wings attach to the fuselage, to deal with the centripetal forces involved.)

Respectfully,
Myriad
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awww, remind me what movie I saw that in. It had Gwenyth Paltrow in it.
 
CIT are the most worthless produvtions of human beings since Dylan Avery. They make videos with interviews that CONTRADICT each other, yet since they all say they don't think it was a commercial jet, although all of their descriptions are different, and sometimes different flight paths, all that doesn't matter. Craig and Aldo are unimformed buffoons that do blind research. They probably found a number of accounts that said it was a commercial jet that falls in line with the OS, but that all fellto the cutting room floor.
 
Myriad said:
I think he's going through something like this:

"But how can you stop people seeing the inside job?" cried Rob again momentarily forgetting the dial. "It is involuntary. It is outside oneself. How can you control arithmetic? You have not controlled mine!"
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(snipped for brevity)

Respectfully,
Myriad
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An excellent adaptation, that. :D
 
Myriad said:
Have you considered grappling hook harpoons fired laterally from the wingtips?

They're just the thing, for those tight turns close to the ground.

(Don't forget to use some extra glue where the wings attach to the fuselage, to deal with the centripetal forces involved.)
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Mythbusters tested this approach on automobiles. It's impossible. The sudden impulse is enough to destroy any reasonable line, and by inference, any attachment point likely to be found on an airframe. This problem will only increase with speed.

Cool show, that was. :D
 
R.Mackey said:
Mythbusters tested this approach on automobiles. It's impossible. The sudden impulse is enough to destroy any reasonable line, and by inference, any attachment point likely to be found on an airframe. This problem will only increase with speed.

Cool show, that was. :D
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What? You mean those cartoons weren't for real? Everything I need to know in life I did not learn from TV??

:(
 
R.Mackey said:
Mythbusters tested this approach on automobiles. It's impossible. The sudden impulse is enough to destroy any reasonable line, and by inference, any attachment point likely to be found on an airframe. This problem will only increase with speed.
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Pshaw, everyone knows that the grappling hook will slow it down enough. Do the math!
 
A W Smith said:
Put Judy Wood into the equation and we can have Tractor Beams :jaw-dropp
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Nah, she's been discredited.

Their answer is that Isaac Newton was in on teh CoNsPiRaCy! Along with all other physicists since the apple fell from the tree.


 
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pomeroo said:
Let's see, now. We have a two-page thread that mercilessly dissects the absurd pretensions of a tiny group of frauds. The frauds offer NOT ONE WORD in response.
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You say fraud in the plural sense as if more than one member is even allowed here and my warnings have been shooting up with each and every new post....lol

You backed out from debate with me more than once Ron. You are the fraud.

The truth of the matter is you have a 4 page thread devoted to CIT and here is the first time a member of CIT actually posted in it.

And I'm not even acknowledging the OP. This will fuel you guys up for another 3 or 4 pages for sure.

I'll pop back in a couple days and enjoy it....... :D
 
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