I got feedback for you man, I was trying your technique , but I was flying to close to sun , I wasn't ready to recieve such knowledge , and I'm not ashamed to admit that I have been humbled as a result.

I was ever vigilante , poised and waiting for the elusive "escape velocity "as you eloquently put it . My patience and keen sense of timing was rewarded , "eureka , there it is, FLUSH NOW YOU FOOL!" I screamed inwardly. All looked well, the turd had vanished without a trace , it was everything I had imagined and more. Pride before a fall and a caution to the wise: as I was about to have a victory wipe , my ticker-tape parade , my "welcome the troops home" moment, my stomach began to rumble, my world came crashing down around me, the klaxons began to sound , the adoring crowd of the ticker tape parade scampered for the air raid shelter: THIS WAS A TWO PARTER ALL ALONG.

What was devastating was that I had no "dry powder" left , the flush had to refill , and the enemy crossed my borders without fear of retaliation. It had a full 5 minutes of unbridled stink before it could be dealt with, my family had to wait outside in exile , such was the toxic miasma that ran amok in my home.

Not since the sack of Rome has there been a more barbarous ransacking of civilised peoples.