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  • ProfessorProteus@lemmy.worldtoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.worldFun
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    1 year ago

    Back when I was in Boy Scouts we’d see these giant inflated turds on a lake, lovingly called “The Blob”. It was the same basic concept as this, but the goal was a more vertical trajectory, and the jump onto the blob was much higher (at least to my memory it was).

    One time my dad and I decided to do The Blob, and he wanted to launch me. Guest how high a 12-year old skinny kid goes when his ~250-lbs dad jumps?

    After about a week I hit the murky lake water with the side of my face and swore off that cursed slug forever.

    I still think it’s a really cool concept and a great lesson on physics, even for onlookers, but you won’t catch me on one of those again. At least the horizontal one in the gif is mostly contained in walls, so the trajectory is controlled. The lake one is more or less an oblong balloon sitting on the water’s surface, and the lifeguards tell the projectile generally where to lie.

    Edit: here’s a random pic I found giant inflatable on the water, with a person sitting on the edge. Another person is jumping onto the inflatable in order to launch the first one into the air



  • Only one thing to add to that: his voice must be heavily controlled. Not taken away of course, but he must not be allowed to pontificate to his drooling followers. He’s never been shy about embracing stochastic terror while a free man; imagine his behavior when he has less to lose.

    The only people (other than fellow inmates) listening to him should be the prison guards. And when he complains that he’s being treated unfairly with his uncomfy bed or whatever, they can silently gesture to all the identical cells around him for the hundredth time.

    Maybe when he’s lost the one thing that gives him a sense of power he’ll be forced to attempt some kind of introspection, and hopefully find the tiniest kernel of empathy.

    Or I can just wake up from my daydreaming.