I find it hilarious when some stupid white dude goes up a mountain and proclaims it a victory. Uh...there is a brown guy next to you dragging your ass up...most likely with your gear.
Recently Ueli Steck, a 40 year old "experienced" climber fell to his death. About 1,000 meter. That's 3,280 feet. That's a little over half a mile. Yep, this dumb mothertrucker had time to eat a Clif energy bar before he hit (literally) rock bottom. Imagine the fall this guy had. Shit, I wouldn't even necessarily call it a fall...uh...a plummet?
So some people call this dude a "hero." Or that he died doing what he loved. Uh...falling?
Also, the term "hero"...what the ever loving bullshit is calling everyone who does anything a hero. That makes me a hero for pointing out the math involved in his falling. I love knowing how far this department store dummy got chucked from this Earth. He did what every selfish adrenaline junkie does...or attempts. To conquer Mother Nature. Buddy, people have already been to Everest. What's the new frontier? Oh right, to get into a fist fight with a sherpa weeks before. Yep..this moron brawled with the guys who prevent him from falling. That's the genius we hoist up as a hero and that he died doing what he loved. Getting drunk and turning into a sloppy dead mess can be done at the ground level as well.
Still, you gotta wonder what his last words or thoughts were. He fucking had time to write his own eulogy.
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