Oh ffs, don’t be such an insufferable ballsack. You fucking asked about Anderson Cooper and 60 Minutes.
So am I.
IKR? What a dipshit.
If you had deigned to debase yourself by watching the segment, it was a very interesting piece that, in my opinion, would be right in line with the sort of questions that, say, Steve Inskeep would ask.
But I won’t ask you to do the unthinkable and keep an open mind.
You are a remarkably ignorant person.
But admitting ignorance & inability to do research on one’s own, and begging for information on a public message board, isn’t?
Cooper was perfect to interview Stormy and Karen. He’s been doing things on 60 min. for a few years.
Anderson Cooper has been “doing things” for years. Very profound. This sort of stream of…consciousness…? Stupidity? is why your posts are so very valuable. Did you know that you have more posts and far less content than anyone else in the thread?
You know there’s no rule saying you have to post ever vapid brainfart that passes across your mind.
Eventing. originally part of the arts of war it’s in the Olympics ‘n’ everything.
Here’s something:
I’ll let you all decide on what you consider to be the most disturbing bit of information.
Ugh.
Stormy has added defamation to her lawsuit against Michael Cohen.
Sorry Miller, impulse control failed.
Psst. . .you’re starting to look a bit like a stalker. Just sayin’.
Wow, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning and turned you into such a bully?
There is 100% nothing wrong with Beckdawrek’s posts. Further, I’d be surprised indeed should ‘profound’ be the proper adjective to characterize your own posts.
Post as you like, Beck. I mean, we have Guinastasia here, for crying out loud. How elite and profound can the board be?
This board exists for us to post our opinions and our views and our observations, and there is zero need for you to try to weigh your contributions so as to meet the approval of someone like Fenris, who so far as I can tell takes Czarcasm pills in order to go through life pretty much permanently pissed off.
At least many of Beckdawrek’s posts are quite succinct. If one finds them bothersome, they can be scrolled on by in little more than an eyeblink. Unlike someone like, say, SA, who posts masses of excretia that can barely be forced through a paper towel tube.
And yet it’s apparent by the huge amount of outrage, defensiveness and dishonesty they provoke that lots of people read and experience guilty resentment because of them.
You mistake “guilty resentment” which is just sadness that there can be a person as bitter and fucked up as to think of and vomit up those things you post.
Hahaha! Yes, if there’s any one word that best describes the responses to the posts I made last night it’s got to be ‘sadness’. 
I’m pretty sure you do inspire resentment, because many people resent hateful geriatric fucksticks that sabotage america while spouting racist and sexist drivel.
But not one single one of us feel guilt over being disgusted at you. It’s a pure and natural thing to be disgusted at turds on the carpet.
The sport in question, also known as horse trials (trials as in trying the skill and endurance of horse and rider), is three-day eventing (not “event”), and originated as a way of training for and testing cavalry riders and horses. On the first day is dressage, a test of accuracy in executing defined maneuvers at walk, trot, and canter, requiring control and precision with horses physically and mentally* fired up for the second day of galloping cross-country, jumping various obstacles along the way. This tests endurance, skill at jumping from speed, and control despite the excitement of yahooing along. The third day is called stadium jumping; it’s basically show jumping, with a more controlled canter through a set course of jumps. This tests endurance after hard exertion the previous day, obedience of horse and skill of rider at getting a more or less tired mount through the course.
Are you sorry you asked?
*Yes, mentally; horses aren’t all that bright but they certainly recognize indications they’re going to be asked to do a particular job. If you’ve ever seen a tracker dog, for example, going ballistic with delight at having its working gear put on it, you’ll know what I mean. I had my normally placid horse trailered to a certain place once, to do a dressage competition, and when he unloaded and saw where he was he was jumping out of his skin with excitement at being about to go galloping cross country – his previous owner fox hunted him and this was one of the places the hunt would depart from. He didn’t calm down till he discovered what the day’s job was – then, poor thing, he deflated back to a disappointed calm.
Ah! Ninja’d by Springtime for Spacers.