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10-24-2013 11:02 PM
Mad Dog -
No I meant PASTE, as in the grief that you give C-X-1 who used to contribute more until you showed up. At least I have proven that I had a farm - unlike you who hides behind this website like a little kid hides behind his mama's skirt. Too afraid to prove who you really are to the rest of us - like I did. Ohhhhhh - you scare me so much with your posts. Again, I have proven who I am - who are you? For now, your the face that I have posted. That's you, show us otherwise and prove to me that you even farm, and not just Farmerama on the internet. You speak big - actions, not so much....
10-25-2013 12:04 AM
Come on Mad Dog - let's see your credibility. You seem to love to demean me and most everybody on this site. Let's see it - let's see YOUR credibility. Show us who the Big Mad Dog really is - or are ya Chicken? Chicken Mad Dog. Scratching up and swatting at flies, and ESABATM. Come on Big Boy. And if ya can't put up, which I don't think yuou can, then it's time you shut up, and go play your farming game....it's time to plant your crops.
10-25-2013 12:23 AM
Ohhhhhhhh - Big Bad Mad Dog Wrestler is a wittle scared by a woman - to scared to show who he really is.
Come on Mad Dog - let's see some credibility. There is probably none. Zero - Zip - Nada. You're the one with no credibility. Zero - Zip - Nada. Can't prove nothin'. Too scared....who's the real WEAK SAUCE on this site? (All fingers point now to Mad Dog.) Come on MAD DOG. Let's see it.
Weak Sauce, and just a JACKLEG. You ain't nothin', and surely nothin' that i want to OWN......
10-25-2013 09:24 PM
Yep, Mad Dog Wrestler, the Farmarama King. You've proven nothing - because I don't think you can. Just another Iowa Corn Farmer Wannabe. Probably just got home from your day job where they don't let you on the computer. What - you guys on LaSalle don't have the internet during trading hours, and now probably just getting home from the bar.
I've proven myself to everyone on this site. Your comment, "I have actually been farming and have a pretty good pulse on the market", in my book, speaks volumes. You probably have some corn plants growing on your patio because the bird feeder had a few uncracked kernals in it that spouted. Better go look at your plants, maybe the bing beetle is eating them up like on Green Acres. Ohhhhh, I've actually been farming. Jackleg....
10-25-2013 09:37 PM
10-25-2013 09:55 PM
Yeah, well, I don't need to ask the forum what they think of you.
As far as myself, I'm sure there are those who don't care for me. That's OK. My purpose on this site is to hopefully raise enough doubt about our system of price discovery that we finally do something about it. Maybe not hedging farmers crops on the corrupted futures system is a start. I'm sure there are plenty out there that don't like my questions. Like showing the farm programs (TV) and their talking heads having a linked adjenda to what happens in Chicago. I'm sure I make a certain segemtn on here nervous when I speak about accountability. You're on of those non accountable people. You can say what you want because you hide in the shadows, and poke your head out now and then to make a snide comment, or a "ground truth" comment. You have no ground truth, keep adding to your acres on Farmerama, maybe someday you can take that to the bank and show them how good you are so you can buy an actually farming farm.
As far as my incompetence, I think you can tell from my writing that that statement is probably not one that I would hang my hat on. Most everyone has the ability to progress in their life to the level of incompetence. And most people never get close to their incompetence level. When you speak of incompetence, it needs to be a specific item. Like, if I sat you down behind a radar scope and ask you to control airplanes, I would find your incompetence level immediately. Ask you to fly a plane, probably the same thing.
So what are you saying? I can't use a typewriter, so I'm incompetent? I can't compete with your answers, so I'm incompetent? Or is the incompetence on your part, for your lack of social abilites?
10-25-2013 10:19 PM
Come on Mad Dog - I'm still waiting for YOUR proof of credibility...I've seen none. If you think oh, "I've actually been farming" ; oh, "I've actually been farming" is your level of competence in proving that you farm, well, guess what - you just proved your incompetence on that one, 'cause that ain't-a-gonna cut it.
10-26-2013 06:12 AM
Jen: my guess is that he/it works in a hog confinement and "wrestles" pigs all day.
I'm also guessing his posts are not the only thing that smells.
His posts kind of reflect his looking at the west end of a east bound pig all day.
If this was an island he would have been voted off some time ago.
Lives in a rented/borrowed trailer house on the backside of a relitives farm
and "helps" out a few days a year for free rent.
Less than a small fish in a big pond...just a "want to be"
10-26-2013 08:44 AM
Five LESSONS ABOUT THE WAY WE TREAT PEOPLE
1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:
blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.
She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.
Mrs. Nat King Cole.
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table.. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the King's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.. Many loudly blamed the
King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
vegetables.. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note
from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!
5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts....
hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness. The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
be willing to give his blood to his sister.
deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save
her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed
next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing
the color returning to her cheek. Then his face
grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".
doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
sister all of his blood in order to save her.
Most importantly.... Live with no regrets, Treat people the way you want to be treated, Work like you don't need the money, Love like you've never been hurt, and Dance like you do when nobody's watching.
You never know how or when you'll be paid!