" wrote:

Thank you for being first Steve in Holland, Michigan

You are in denial. Please....tell us when/where this obsession first
began.... And why has it taken up your time.

Also tell us why you can't seem to make the grade when it comes to
amateur radio. Isn't that what you REALLY want to do??? This bragging
about being a DX'er means little to anyone. Why do you feel the need
to express this? Does it make you feel more important? Do you suffer
from low self esteem??

Low self esteem...? Everything you got is 'tiny' 'tard boy!

LMAO at you... you've been a joke in hobby circles for years!

Sure, you get a few 'suckers', but so do the folks who fish out on Lake
Michigan.

dxAce
Michigan
USA

No, I'm not the joke in hobby circles. It is YOU. You give shortwave
and ham radio a very bad reputation. Why so bitter???

Go on.....

" wrote:

No, I'm not the joke in hobby circles. It is YOU.

I don't think so, 'tard boy.

How do I give ham radio a bad name?

dxAce
Michigan
USA

According to you,I am giving Jackson,Mississippi a bad name too.I don't
believe a word of that Nonsense either.
cuhulin

There is an old Country Song that goes something like this, We got
marrieddd in a feverrrrrrrr,,,,,, Hotter! than Brussels
sproutsssss,,,,,,,, We are going to Jacksonnnnnnn,,,,,,, Look Out
Jackson townnnnnnnnn,,,,,,,,

A guy in Chicago once road his bicycle from Chicago to Biloxi (this is
True) to visit his sister.Not far North of Jackson an old timer told him
to steer clear of Jackson because Jackson is full of prostitutes and
politicians and you can't tell the difference between any of them.
cuhulin

Well Bill,

I guess I need to go a head and tell you where I have been and what I
have been doing. Then maybe I won't have to worry about telling you any
longer.

I have been at The Thomas Edison Center for the Treatment of
Technoholics in Woodside Ca, just outside of Silicon Valley. It's a
wonderful 40 acre spread, run by a Dr. Douglass Alligood.

The very first thing I did to get in trouble was try to hide my Tiny
Tina Supper Antenna in my underwear. The first 24 hours were the worst, I
was placed in detoxification with only a kerosene lamp and a few hardcover
books. No phone calls, or television. Communication was limited to face to
face conversation with staffers regarding nineteenth-century pastimes.

After completing detoxification I started occupational therapy,
relearning basic skills such as dialing a rotary phone, writing on paper
with a pen and long division without the aid of a calculator. Recreation
hour was spent mastering the Bill's yo-yo antenna.

In the evening, meetings were held on the rolling lawn in front of the
main house, it was there where technoholics shared their troubled histories.
I discovered I was not alone.

Ted, a stockbroker from Los Angeles told how he hit rock bottom when he
was stuck in his garage for three days when his garage door opener failed.
He didn't realize he could have just opened the door until after he got to
the Edison Center.

A girl named Ann became a tectnoholic after she got call waiting on her
telephone. She said she never thought she would become an addict, one day
she woke up to find herself standing around the mall waiting for Sharper
Images to open. After call waiting she got three way calling and from there
things just snowballed. She maxed out her credit cards on things like
portable fax machines and two-inch TVs.

The worst thing was the kids. There was a ten year old boy named Billy
who had been bought in by his grandparents. His father is a computer analyst
in Palo Alto. He didn't even beleive there used to be clocks with hands on
them.

Dr. Alligood has a 85% success rate with his treatment, I was not one of
them. The third day there I was able to get away and was recovered in town
playing the videos. I just hung in there through the reintegration training
to the modern world. I was forced to watch black & white TV with rabbit ears
and no remote control, use a rotary dial phone, take a course in penmanship
and learn to use a 1960 electric typewriter.

When I was leaving they asked me to acknowledge that I was powerless in
the face of technology. They said only then could I start the healing
process.

I couldn't wait to get my old Volvo on the road and listen to my virtual
reality machine so I could transport my consciousness into artificial
electronic Zen.

I now have headphones build into my cowboy hat, just like my bicycling
helmet, I look like a nice little man driving his old Volvo with a wonderful
smile on my face. I have covered the inside of the windshield with Mind
Altering Moodscapes to help with the mood as I pop my "SUPER MIND ZYGON
POWER PILLS" I find that I can induce a hypnotic trance then while my mind
is primed I can load pre-recorded behavioral mindscripts in to "MY SUPER
MIND".

Yo Dude, I have to get on with the transition so I'll close for today.
Be cool, keep the faith.

"Burr" wrote in message
news:NKJWd.72602$Dc.22752@trnddc06...
Well Bill,

I guess I need to go a head and tell you where I have been and what I
have been doing. Then maybe I won't have to worry about telling you any
longer.

I have been at The Thomas Edison Center for the Treatment of
Technoholics in Woodside Ca, just outside of Silicon Valley. It's a
wonderful 40 acre spread, run by a Dr. Douglass Alligood.

The very first thing I did to get in trouble was try to hide my Tiny
Tina Supper Antenna in my underwear. The first 24 hours were the worst, I
was placed in detoxification with only a kerosene lamp and a few hardcover
books. No phone calls, or television. Communication was limited to face to
face conversation with staffers regarding nineteenth-century pastimes.

After completing detoxification I started occupational therapy,
relearning basic skills such as dialing a rotary phone, writing on paper
with a pen and long division without the aid of a calculator. Recreation
hour was spent mastering the Bill's yo-yo antenna.

In the evening, meetings were held on the rolling lawn in front of the
main house, it was there where technoholics shared their troubled
histories.
I discovered I was not alone.

Ted, a stockbroker from Los Angeles told how he hit rock bottom when
he
was stuck in his garage for three days when his garage door opener failed.
He didn't realize he could have just opened the door until after he got to
the Edison Center.

A girl named Ann became a tectnoholic after she got call waiting on
her
telephone. She said she never thought she would become an addict, one day
she woke up to find herself standing around the mall waiting for Sharper
Images to open. After call waiting she got three way calling and from
there
things just snowballed. She maxed out her credit cards on things like
portable fax machines and two-inch TVs.

The worst thing was the kids. There was a ten year old boy named Billy
who had been bought in by his grandparents. His father is a computer
analyst
in Palo Alto. He didn't even beleive there used to be clocks with hands on
them.

Dr. Alligood has a 85% success rate with his treatment, I was not one
of
them. The third day there I was able to get away and was recovered in town
playing the videos. I just hung in there through the reintegration
training
to the modern world. I was forced to watch black & white TV with rabbit
ears
and no remote control, use a rotary dial phone, take a course in
penmanship
and learn to use a 1960 electric typewriter.

When I was leaving they asked me to acknowledge that I was powerless
in
the face of technology. They said only then could I start the healing
process.

I couldn't wait to get my old Volvo on the road and listen to my
virtual
reality machine so I could transport my consciousness into artificial
electronic Zen.

I now have headphones build into my cowboy hat, just like my bicycling
helmet, I look like a nice little man driving his old Volvo with a
wonderful
smile on my face. I have covered the inside of the windshield with Mind
Altering Moodscapes to help with the mood as I pop my "SUPER MIND ZYGON
POWER PILLS" I find that I can induce a hypnotic trance then while my mind
is primed I can load pre-recorded behavioral mindscripts in to "MY SUPER
MIND".

Yo Dude, I have to get on with the transition so I'll close for today.
Be cool, keep the faith.



LOFU__KINL !!We gotta have a beer sometime burr. your too much.

B.H.

Sounds like a Load of **** to me.
cuhulin

wrote in message
oups.com...
I think it's time for a Twelve Step program in rrs.

You're here to peddle a crap product and be a PITA.

Caledonia,just why do you want to bad mouth yourself like that?
cuhulin