Brad Guth's Credentials

tomcat wrote:
Yes, air compressed -- free of charge -- by gravity forms a 'ramp' that
allows the waverider to slide steadily upward with the air underneath
supporting most of the load. This is why the B-29 could repeatedly
take off, loaded with bombs, with a 1 to 10 thrust to weight ratio.
Vertical rockets do not use this 'air ramp' and have to make up for
their lack of airfoil lift by using massive amounts of additional fuel
and thrust.

Obviously you know exactly what I meant, and this time it has
absolutely has nothing to do with your ****ology "waverider", and
that's only because you're simply another rusemaster, and that you
really are trying to snooker anyone that'll listen in.

Since anyone with less than half a brain knows exactly what I'm getting
at, thus why are you avoiding the truth?

What part(s) in being a Jewish collaborator to the Third Reich have you
and did your older family members play?
-
Brad Guth

Brad Guth wrote:
tomcat wrote:
Yes, air compressed -- free of charge -- by gravity forms a 'ramp' that
allows the waverider to slide steadily upward with the air underneath
supporting most of the load. This is why the B-29 could repeatedly
take off, loaded with bombs, with a 1 to 10 thrust to weight ratio.
Vertical rockets do not use this 'air ramp' and have to make up for
their lack of airfoil lift by using massive amounts of additional fuel
and thrust.

Obviously you know exactly what I meant, and this time it has
absolutely has nothing to do with your ****ology "waverider", and
that's only because you're simply another rusemaster, and that you
really are trying to snooker anyone that'll listen in.

Since anyone with less than half a brain knows exactly what I'm getting
at, thus why are you avoiding the truth?

What part(s) in being a Jewish collaborator to the Third Reich have you
and did your older family members play?
-
Brad Guth



Xenon ceiling lights give an erie brightness to the walnut paneled
conference room. Generals and admirals sit in the chairs waiting for
the 'guest speaker'. Armed guards line the walls and security access
badges are being checked as aides enter the room.

Suddenly, the guards 'snap' to attention, the guest speaker walks to
the podium. "At ease," he commands with the relaxed air of a very
senior officialr. He lays his briefing papers down. Everything is
quiet.

"Are there any question before we begin," he asks.

"Yes, General Tomcatt."

"And, what is that, Admiral Deck?"

"What about Guthe? I think he knows too much." The Admiral
shifted his weight, crossing his legs, and sitting back a little.

"You are right about Guthe. He has been a problem from the start.
Our agents indicate he is not really a member of any guerrilla or
underground group, however." I said, hoping to spare the poor man.

"He thinks you're his friend, doesn't he?"

"That's true," I reply, buying some time to think. "That's true,
but he is catching on. He has shown signs of . . . 'paranoia' before.

"Perhaps a brain implant will give us more information. Our new
'mind control' computer operations center can take control. He'll
never even know it is happening."

"A gentlemanly way of handling the Guthe situation, I think. Yes,
Admiral, go ahead. . . . And, by the way, who will do the implant?"

"We have a medical team near his home now, Tomcatt. A quick stun
followed by a hypodermic injection and he'll wake up hours later none
the wiser."

"But much more controllable!" The Admiral laughes. The other
members have a thin smile upon their lips.

Glancing at the briefing papers I notice a large photograph of Guthe.
He doesn't look like a menace. But it is his persistent paranoia, you
know. He thinks agents are following him, watching him through walls.
It's almost funny.

"And what assurance do we have he won't go to his doctor and
discover us?" General Simber asks.

I walk away from the podium to the map of Guthe's home town. "Because,
General, we don't exist! Nowhere in the constitution does it mention
the Department of Usenet Rectification." "Nowhere." And, who would
dream that good ole 'tomcatt' is head of the department.

At this point there is laughter in the room, then the meeting is
adjouned.


[THIS IS A FICTITIOUS STORY. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE
INNOCENT. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE 'DEPARTMENT OF USENET
RECTIFICATION'. THEY 'DON'T' EXIST.]


tomcat

It's clear that the knowledge of this "Brad Guth" fanclub/anti-fanclub is
about the same as a pile of slugs, in that they like to cross post (slime)
their views across multiple news groups.

It's also clear that no one involved has the least bit of sense. They
shouldn't be allowed to touch a computer!

I'm sad that so many idiots are now using the internet.

Idiots - please restrict which newsgroups you post to, and show that you
have the faintest glimmer of a clue.


"tomcat" wrote in message
ups.com...

Brad Guth wrote:
tomcat wrote:
Yes, air compressed -- free of charge -- by gravity forms a 'ramp'
that
allows the waverider to slide steadily upward with the air underneath
supporting most of the load. This is why the B-29 could repeatedly
take off, loaded with bombs, with a 1 to 10 thrust to weight ratio.
Vertical rockets do not use this 'air ramp' and have to make up for
their lack of airfoil lift by using massive amounts of additional fuel
and thrust.

Obviously you know exactly what I meant, and this time it has
absolutely has nothing to do with your ****ology "waverider", and
that's only because you're simply another rusemaster, and that you
really are trying to snooker anyone that'll listen in.

Since anyone with less than half a brain knows exactly what I'm getting
at, thus why are you avoiding the truth?

What part(s) in being a Jewish collaborator to the Third Reich have you
and did your older family members play?
-
Brad Guth



Xenon ceiling lights give an erie brightness to the walnut paneled
conference room. Generals and admirals sit in the chairs waiting for
the 'guest speaker'. Armed guards line the walls and security access
badges are being checked as aides enter the room.

Suddenly, the guards 'snap' to attention, the guest speaker walks to
the podium. "At ease," he commands with the relaxed air of a very
senior officialr. He lays his briefing papers down. Everything is
quiet.

"Are there any question before we begin," he asks.

"Yes, General Tomcatt."

"And, what is that, Admiral Deck?"

"What about Guthe? I think he knows too much." The Admiral
shifted his weight, crossing his legs, and sitting back a little.

"You are right about Guthe. He has been a problem from the start.
Our agents indicate he is not really a member of any guerrilla or
underground group, however." I said, hoping to spare the poor man.

"He thinks you're his friend, doesn't he?"

"That's true," I reply, buying some time to think. "That's true,
but he is catching on. He has shown signs of . . . 'paranoia' before.

"Perhaps a brain implant will give us more information. Our new
'mind control' computer operations center can take control. He'll
never even know it is happening."

"A gentlemanly way of handling the Guthe situation, I think. Yes,
Admiral, go ahead. . . . And, by the way, who will do the implant?"

"We have a medical team near his home now, Tomcatt. A quick stun
followed by a hypodermic injection and he'll wake up hours later none
the wiser."

"But much more controllable!" The Admiral laughes. The other
members have a thin smile upon their lips.

Glancing at the briefing papers I notice a large photograph of Guthe.
He doesn't look like a menace. But it is his persistent paranoia, you
know. He thinks agents are following him, watching him through walls.
It's almost funny.

"And what assurance do we have he won't go to his doctor and
discover us?" General Simber asks.

I walk away from the podium to the map of Guthe's home town. "Because,
General, we don't exist! Nowhere in the constitution does it mention
the Department of Usenet Rectification." "Nowhere." And, who would
dream that good ole 'tomcatt' is head of the department.

At this point there is laughter in the room, then the meeting is
adjouned.


[THIS IS A FICTITIOUS STORY. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE
INNOCENT. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE 'DEPARTMENT OF USENET
RECTIFICATION'. THEY 'DON'T' EXIST.]


tomcat

tomcat wrote:
Brad Guth wrote:
tomcat wrote:
Yes, air compressed -- free of charge -- by gravity forms a 'ramp' that
allows the waverider to slide steadily upward with the air underneath
supporting most of the load. This is why the B-29 could repeatedly
take off, loaded with bombs, with a 1 to 10 thrust to weight ratio.
Vertical rockets do not use this 'air ramp' and have to make up for
their lack of airfoil lift by using massive amounts of additional fuel
and thrust.

Obviously you know exactly what I meant, and this time it has
absolutely has nothing to do with your ****ology "waverider", and
that's only because you're simply another rusemaster, and that you
really are trying to snooker anyone that'll listen in.

Since anyone with less than half a brain knows exactly what I'm getting
at, thus why are you avoiding the truth?

What part(s) in being a Jewish collaborator to the Third Reich have you
and did your older family members play?
-
Brad Guth



Xenon ceiling lights give an erie brightness to the walnut paneled
conference room. Generals and admirals sit in the chairs waiting for
the 'guest speaker'. Armed guards line the walls and security access
badges are being checked as aides enter the room.

Suddenly, the guards 'snap' to attention, the guest speaker walks to
the podium. "At ease," he commands with the relaxed air of a very
senior officialr. He lays his briefing papers down. Everything is
quiet.

"Are there any question before we begin," he asks.

"Yes, General Tomcatt."

"And, what is that, Admiral Deck?"

"What about Guthe? I think he knows too much." The Admiral
shifted his weight, crossing his legs, and sitting back a little.

"You are right about Guthe. He has been a problem from the start.
Our agents indicate he is not really a member of any guerrilla or
underground group, however." I said, hoping to spare the poor man.

"He thinks you're his friend, doesn't he?"

"That's true," I reply, buying some time to think. "That's true,
but he is catching on. He has shown signs of . . . 'paranoia' before.

"Perhaps a brain implant will give us more information. Our new
'mind control' computer operations center can take control. He'll
never even know it is happening."

"A gentlemanly way of handling the Guthe situation, I think. Yes,
Admiral, go ahead. . . . And, by the way, who will do the implant?"

"We have a medical team near his home now, Tomcatt. A quick stun
followed by a hypodermic injection and he'll wake up hours later none
the wiser."

"But much more controllable!" The Admiral laughes. The other
members have a thin smile upon their lips.

Glancing at the briefing papers I notice a large photograph of Guthe.
He doesn't look like a menace. But it is his persistent paranoia, you
know. He thinks agents are following him, watching him through walls.
It's almost funny.

"And what assurance do we have he won't go to his doctor and
discover us?" General Simber asks.

I walk away from the podium to the map of Guthe's home town. "Because,
General, we don't exist! Nowhere in the constitution does it mention
the Department of Usenet Rectification." "Nowhere." And, who would
dream that good ole 'tomcatt' is head of the department.

At this point there is laughter in the room, then the meeting is
adjouned.


[THIS IS A FICTITIOUS STORY. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE
INNOCENT. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE 'DEPARTMENT OF USENET
RECTIFICATION'. THEY 'DON'T' EXIST.]


tomcat

At least now you're making good sense. It's about time that your
"fiction" is actually getting known as the truth, that's getting much
like all of those invisible WMD that apparently do exist in the eyes
and mindsets of your Third Reich that's going all-out for global energy
domination, and/or the taking of profits from others doing such.
-
Brad Guth

JimM wrote:
It's clear that the knowledge of this "Brad Guth" fanclub/anti-fanclub is
about the same as a pile of slugs, in that they like to cross post (slime)
their views across multiple news groups.

It's also clear that no one involved has the least bit of sense. They
shouldn't be allowed to touch a computer!

I'm sad that so many idiots are now using the internet.

Idiots - please restrict which newsgroups you post to, and show that you
have the faintest glimmer of a clue.


"tomcat" wrote in message
ups.com...

Brad Guth wrote:
tomcat wrote:
Yes, air compressed -- free of charge -- by gravity forms a 'ramp'
that
allows the waverider to slide steadily upward with the air underneath
supporting most of the load. This is why the B-29 could repeatedly
take off, loaded with bombs, with a 1 to 10 thrust to weight ratio.
Vertical rockets do not use this 'air ramp' and have to make up for
their lack of airfoil lift by using massive amounts of additional fuel
and thrust.

Obviously you know exactly what I meant, and this time it has
absolutely has nothing to do with your ****ology "waverider", and
that's only because you're simply another rusemaster, and that you
really are trying to snooker anyone that'll listen in.

Since anyone with less than half a brain knows exactly what I'm getting
at, thus why are you avoiding the truth?

What part(s) in being a Jewish collaborator to the Third Reich have you
and did your older family members play?
-
Brad Guth



Xenon ceiling lights give an erie brightness to the walnut paneled
conference room. Generals and admirals sit in the chairs waiting for
the 'guest speaker'. Armed guards line the walls and security access
badges are being checked as aides enter the room.

Suddenly, the guards 'snap' to attention, the guest speaker walks to
the podium. "At ease," he commands with the relaxed air of a very
senior officialr. He lays his briefing papers down. Everything is
quiet.

"Are there any question before we begin," he asks.

"Yes, General Tomcatt."

"And, what is that, Admiral Deck?"

"What about Guthe? I think he knows too much." The Admiral
shifted his weight, crossing his legs, and sitting back a little.

"You are right about Guthe. He has been a problem from the start.
Our agents indicate he is not really a member of any guerrilla or
underground group, however." I said, hoping to spare the poor man.

"He thinks you're his friend, doesn't he?"

"That's true," I reply, buying some time to think. "That's true,
but he is catching on. He has shown signs of . . . 'paranoia' before.

"Perhaps a brain implant will give us more information. Our new
'mind control' computer operations center can take control. He'll
never even know it is happening."

"A gentlemanly way of handling the Guthe situation, I think. Yes,
Admiral, go ahead. . . . And, by the way, who will do the implant?"

"We have a medical team near his home now, Tomcatt. A quick stun
followed by a hypodermic injection and he'll wake up hours later none
the wiser."

"But much more controllable!" The Admiral laughes. The other
members have a thin smile upon their lips.

Glancing at the briefing papers I notice a large photograph of Guthe.
He doesn't look like a menace. But it is his persistent paranoia, you
know. He thinks agents are following him, watching him through walls.
It's almost funny.

"And what assurance do we have he won't go to his doctor and
discover us?" General Simber asks.

I walk away from the podium to the map of Guthe's home town. "Because,
General, we don't exist! Nowhere in the constitution does it mention
the Department of Usenet Rectification." "Nowhere." And, who would
dream that good ole 'tomcatt' is head of the department.

At this point there is laughter in the room, then the meeting is
adjouned.


[THIS IS A FICTITIOUS STORY. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE
INNOCENT. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE 'DEPARTMENT OF USENET
RECTIFICATION'. THEY 'DON'T' EXIST.]


tomcat

I see that your incest buttology is every bit alive and kicking in this
mostly Jewish Usenet from hell. Obviously you have nothing to say,
nothing constructive to contribute, just the usual intellectual
flatulence and bigotry of your continual topic/author ****ology that
seriously stinks as bad off as the original author of this topic which
merely sucks and blows.
-
Brad Guth

tomcat wrote:
Brad Guth wrote:
tomcat wrote:
Yes, air compressed -- free of charge -- by gravity forms a 'ramp' that
allows the waverider to slide steadily upward with the air underneath
supporting most of the load. This is why the B-29 could repeatedly
take off, loaded with bombs, with a 1 to 10 thrust to weight ratio.
Vertical rockets do not use this 'air ramp' and have to make up for
their lack of airfoil lift by using massive amounts of additional fuel
and thrust.

Obviously you know exactly what I meant, and this time it has
absolutely has nothing to do with your ****ology "waverider", and
that's only because you're simply another rusemaster, and that you
really are trying to snooker anyone that'll listen in.

Since anyone with less than half a brain knows exactly what I'm getting
at, thus why are you avoiding the truth?

What part(s) in being a Jewish collaborator to the Third Reich have you
and did your older family members play?
-
Brad Guth



Xenon ceiling lights give an erie brightness to the walnut paneled
conference room. Generals and admirals sit in the chairs waiting for
the 'guest speaker'. Armed guards line the walls and security access
badges are being checked as aides enter the room.

Suddenly, the guards 'snap' to attention, the guest speaker walks to
the podium. "At ease," he commands with the relaxed air of a very
senior officialr. He lays his briefing papers down. Everything is
quiet.

"Are there any question before we begin," he asks.

"Yes, General Tomcatt."

"And, what is that, Admiral Deck?"

"What about Guthe? I think he knows too much." The Admiral
shifted his weight, crossing his legs, and sitting back a little.

"You are right about Guthe. He has been a problem from the start.
Our agents indicate he is not really a member of any guerrilla or
underground group, however." I said, hoping to spare the poor man.

"He thinks you're his friend, doesn't he?"

"That's true," I reply, buying some time to think. "That's true,
but he is catching on. He has shown signs of . . . 'paranoia' before.

"Perhaps a brain implant will give us more information. Our new
'mind control' computer operations center can take control. He'll
never even know it is happening."

"A gentlemanly way of handling the Guthe situation, I think. Yes,
Admiral, go ahead. . . . And, by the way, who will do the implant?"

"We have a medical team near his home now, Tomcatt. A quick stun
followed by a hypodermic injection and he'll wake up hours later none
the wiser."

"But much more controllable!" The Admiral laughes. The other
members have a thin smile upon their lips.

Glancing at the briefing papers I notice a large photograph of Guthe.
He doesn't look like a menace. But it is his persistent paranoia, you
know. He thinks agents are following him, watching him through walls.
It's almost funny.

"And what assurance do we have he won't go to his doctor and
discover us?" General Simber asks.

I walk away from the podium to the map of Guthe's home town. "Because,
General, we don't exist! Nowhere in the constitution does it mention
the Department of Usenet Rectification." "Nowhere." And, who would
dream that good ole 'tomcatt' is head of the department.

At this point there is laughter in the room, then the meeting is
adjouned.


[THIS IS A FICTITIOUS STORY. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE
INNOCENT. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE 'DEPARTMENT OF USENET
RECTIFICATION'. THEY 'DON'T' EXIST.]


tomcat

At least now we know whom the true friends of "General Tomcatt" really
are, and of how your line of crapolla is being received by others
within this Usenet of disinformation, infomercial-science and of incest
cloning on steroids.

If we ran a full DNA test of "tomcat"; how much of Hitler and/or GW
Bush would we find?

For this DNA check, in order to be certain we'll need roughly a full
pound as extracted from the center/core of your brain. That's
perfectly OK, isn't it?
-
Brad Guth

JimM wrote:

It's clear that the knowledge of this "Brad Guth" fanclub/anti-fanclub is
about the same as a pile of slugs, in that they like to cross post (slime)
their views across multiple news groups.

Too dumb to trim headers, edit your post or use a filter.

Get with the program - yer either fer Guth, er yer agin im.

If yer fer er yer agin im, it don't matter, we'll still hunt you down
and root you out of your pathetic usenet cave, wherever you are.

So what is it, rec.aviation.military or sci.space.history?

http://cosmic.lifeform.org

Brad Guth wrote:
tomcat wrote:
Brad Guth wrote:
tomcat wrote:
Yes, air compressed -- free of charge -- by gravity forms a 'ramp' that
allows the waverider to slide steadily upward with the air underneath
supporting most of the load. This is why the B-29 could repeatedly
take off, loaded with bombs, with a 1 to 10 thrust to weight ratio.
Vertical rockets do not use this 'air ramp' and have to make up for
their lack of airfoil lift by using massive amounts of additional fuel
and thrust.

Obviously you know exactly what I meant, and this time it has
absolutely has nothing to do with your ****ology "waverider", and
that's only because you're simply another rusemaster, and that you
really are trying to snooker anyone that'll listen in.

Since anyone with less than half a brain knows exactly what I'm getting
at, thus why are you avoiding the truth?

What part(s) in being a Jewish collaborator to the Third Reich have you
and did your older family members play?
-
Brad Guth



Xenon ceiling lights give an erie brightness to the walnut paneled
conference room. Generals and admirals sit in the chairs waiting for
the 'guest speaker'. Armed guards line the walls and security access
badges are being checked as aides enter the room.

Suddenly, the guards 'snap' to attention, the guest speaker walks to
the podium. "At ease," he commands with the relaxed air of a very
senior officialr. He lays his briefing papers down. Everything is
quiet.

"Are there any question before we begin," he asks.

"Yes, General Tomcatt."

"And, what is that, Admiral Deck?"

"What about Guthe? I think he knows too much." The Admiral
shifted his weight, crossing his legs, and sitting back a little.

"You are right about Guthe. He has been a problem from the start.
Our agents indicate he is not really a member of any guerrilla or
underground group, however." I said, hoping to spare the poor man.

"He thinks you're his friend, doesn't he?"

"That's true," I reply, buying some time to think. "That's true,
but he is catching on. He has shown signs of . . . 'paranoia' before.

"Perhaps a brain implant will give us more information. Our new
'mind control' computer operations center can take control. He'll
never even know it is happening."

"A gentlemanly way of handling the Guthe situation, I think. Yes,
Admiral, go ahead. . . . And, by the way, who will do the implant?"

"We have a medical team near his home now, Tomcatt. A quick stun
followed by a hypodermic injection and he'll wake up hours later none
the wiser."

"But much more controllable!" The Admiral laughes. The other
members have a thin smile upon their lips.

Glancing at the briefing papers I notice a large photograph of Guthe.
He doesn't look like a menace. But it is his persistent paranoia, you
know. He thinks agents are following him, watching him through walls.
It's almost funny.

"And what assurance do we have he won't go to his doctor and
discover us?" General Simber asks.

I walk away from the podium to the map of Guthe's home town. "Because,
General, we don't exist! Nowhere in the constitution does it mention
the Department of Usenet Rectification." "Nowhere." And, who would
dream that good ole 'tomcatt' is head of the department.

At this point there is laughter in the room, then the meeting is
adjouned.


[THIS IS A FICTITIOUS STORY. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE
INNOCENT. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE 'DEPARTMENT OF USENET
RECTIFICATION'. THEY 'DON'T' EXIST.]


tomcat







At least now you're making good sense. It's about time that your
"fiction" is actually getting known as the truth, that's getting much
like all of those invisible WMD that apparently do exist in the eyes
and mindsets of your Third Reich that's going all-out for global energy
domination, and/or the taking of profits from others doing such.
-
Brad Guth


Actually, we do have to worry about the possibility that "Department's
of Usenet Rectification" might form. I am strongly in favor of freedom
in America. It is the Bill of Rights and the Consititution that gives
us 'heart' in our military campaigns. Take those documents away and
the U.S. would slide into oblivion. Yet, that is what some of the
'hard right' would have us do.

It is time, once again, to move toward freedom and away from tyranny.
Things did -- a few years ago -- become so extreme that certain groups
advocating changing the U.S. to Spanish Law. Spanish Law allows
illedgal contracts to be enforced. Combine 'mind control' with legally
enforced 'illedgal contracts' and you have tyranny with a capital 'T'.


tomcat

tomcat wrote:
Brad Guth wrote:
tomcat wrote:
Brad Guth wrote:
tomcat wrote:
Yes, air compressed -- free of charge -- by gravity forms a 'ramp' that
allows the waverider to slide steadily upward with the air underneath
supporting most of the load. This is why the B-29 could repeatedly
take off, loaded with bombs, with a 1 to 10 thrust to weight ratio.
Vertical rockets do not use this 'air ramp' and have to make up for
their lack of airfoil lift by using massive amounts of additional fuel
and thrust.

Obviously you know exactly what I meant, and this time it has
absolutely has nothing to do with your ****ology "waverider", and
that's only because you're simply another rusemaster, and that you
really are trying to snooker anyone that'll listen in.

Since anyone with less than half a brain knows exactly what I'm getting
at, thus why are you avoiding the truth?

What part(s) in being a Jewish collaborator to the Third Reich have you
and did your older family members play?
-
Brad Guth



Xenon ceiling lights give an erie brightness to the walnut paneled
conference room. Generals and admirals sit in the chairs waiting for
the 'guest speaker'. Armed guards line the walls and security access
badges are being checked as aides enter the room.

Suddenly, the guards 'snap' to attention, the guest speaker walks to
the podium. "At ease," he commands with the relaxed air of a very
senior officialr. He lays his briefing papers down. Everything is
quiet.

"Are there any question before we begin," he asks.

"Yes, General Tomcatt."

"And, what is that, Admiral Deck?"

"What about Guthe? I think he knows too much." The Admiral
shifted his weight, crossing his legs, and sitting back a little.

"You are right about Guthe. He has been a problem from the start.
Our agents indicate he is not really a member of any guerrilla or
underground group, however." I said, hoping to spare the poor man.

"He thinks you're his friend, doesn't he?"

"That's true," I reply, buying some time to think. "That's true,
but he is catching on. He has shown signs of . . . 'paranoia' before.

"Perhaps a brain implant will give us more information. Our new
'mind control' computer operations center can take control. He'll
never even know it is happening."

"A gentlemanly way of handling the Guthe situation, I think. Yes,
Admiral, go ahead. . . . And, by the way, who will do the implant?"

"We have a medical team near his home now, Tomcatt. A quick stun
followed by a hypodermic injection and he'll wake up hours later none
the wiser."

"But much more controllable!" The Admiral laughes. The other
members have a thin smile upon their lips.

Glancing at the briefing papers I notice a large photograph of Guthe.
He doesn't look like a menace. But it is his persistent paranoia, you
know. He thinks agents are following him, watching him through walls.
It's almost funny.

"And what assurance do we have he won't go to his doctor and
discover us?" General Simber asks.

I walk away from the podium to the map of Guthe's home town. "Because,
General, we don't exist! Nowhere in the constitution does it mention
the Department of Usenet Rectification." "Nowhere." And, who would
dream that good ole 'tomcatt' is head of the department.

At this point there is laughter in the room, then the meeting is
adjouned.


[THIS IS A FICTITIOUS STORY. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE
INNOCENT. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE 'DEPARTMENT OF USENET
RECTIFICATION'. THEY 'DON'T' EXIST.]


tomcat







At least now you're making good sense. It's about time that your
"fiction" is actually getting known as the truth, that's getting much
like all of those invisible WMD that apparently do exist in the eyes
and mindsets of your Third Reich that's going all-out for global energy
domination, and/or the taking of profits from others doing such.
-
Brad Guth


Actually, we do have to worry about the possibility that "Department's
of Usenet Rectification" might form. I am strongly in favor of freedom
in America. It is the Bill of Rights and the Consititution that gives
us 'heart' in our military campaigns. Take those documents away and
the U.S. would slide into oblivion. Yet, that is what some of the
'hard right' would have us do.

It is time, once again, to move toward freedom and away from tyranny.
Things did -- a few years ago -- become so extreme that certain groups
advocating changing the U.S. to Spanish Law. Spanish Law allows
illedgal contracts to be enforced. Combine 'mind control' with legally
enforced 'illedgal contracts' and you have tyranny with a capital 'T'.

Tomcat; Whom within this mostly Jewish Usenet from hell are you
kidding this time around?

I see that you're still proud of either being snookered and summarily
dumbfounded, or performing as a good little brown-nosed minion to your
Third Reich, meaning that your pagan incest worth of denial is in
denial, and that your intellectual bigotry is badly showing in spite of
your tight status quo or bust butt-crack.

I might otherwise share my thoughts as to that of what's not a viable
planet by way of any God, random happenstance, mother nature of
evolution being on extreme steriods or most likely as having been
assisted by way of other ET/4H creators is one of anything having the
likes of yourself, Art Deco or Hitler as continually performing as it's
incest cloned bigots encharge, as that's nothing but an extremely
brown-nosed world that's merely representing a cesspool of your incest
mutated DNA that's shaped like an orb.

At least Venus offers absolute loads of nifty geothermal energy and raw
elements to spare, and having just 90.5% gravity along with 65+ kg/m3
worth of buoyancy to share and share alike, thus having unlimited
green/renewable energy at your command, by which to process and burn
whatever or as to making anything good happen. Those very
intelligent/artificial looking structures and of their township like
community of perfectly rational infrastructure is simply as large and
imposing because it can be, and should be. That toasty environment is
not even all that humanly insurmountable, other than to a true
intellectual bigot like yourself which insist upon going to such places
as butt-naked and totally dumbfounded to boot.

Is all of your famly tree as totally arrogant, dumbfounded and as such
being as incest bigoted as yourself?

How many of my nifty lose cannon shots shall I continue to deliver?

I'm giving you folks a bloody chance to contribute, as to doing
something that's of meaning and of much greater value than of all the
mainstream crapolla you've been involved with, and yet you're without
remorse and without a freaking clue as to why we village idiots so
often think of folks like yourself as being so absolutely evil.

Since you're the ones w/o any God (other than your pagan NASA/Apollo
gods and of whatever's Skull and Bones certified) and otherwise
claiming as for never having made mistakes, I was wondering as to why
you folks are always so afraid of sharing the truth?

At least our rusemaster "tomcat" has been making loads of perfectly
honest mistakes from the very get-go, and still having a little
personal fun at the expense and demise of others. Of course having
been sharing in absolutely nothing that's the least bit under the
NASA/Apollo radar, which probably has a great deal to do with where
most every buck our "tomcat" gets is having been derived from the very
system that'll become put at great risk if he/she shares anything
that's the least bit outside of their status quo box.

Is there some weird Jewish cultism or other forms of your religious
pagan laws, involving your skewed science and conditional physics that
forbids telling the truth, forbids sharing that perhaps your own kind
has actually made it's fair share of bigotry, arrogance and greed
related mistakes?

The hard-science and physics that absolutely proves we haven't walked
on the moon is just for starters. So, if you're still claiming as
being so all-knowing and so gosh darn proud of it (meaning without a
stitch of remorse), as such you've got nothing to lose by telling us
how many Jews and Muslims you've killed for us today, so that we can
fully appreciate whatever it is that your all-knowing kind has been
accomplishing on behalf of the GW Bush agenda and your Third Reich (aka
Skull and Bones).

Obviously you've never had any intentions of honestly contributing to
the primary topics of the LSE-CM/ISS or of the Guth Venus topics.
Therefore, what the hell else are you actually any good for except for
having created and sustained collateral damage and the ongoing carnage
of exterminations upon so many innocent folks?

Just for being a good sport; Tell us whom you've helped into having a
better life or having merely improved the quality of life for others.
Got one soul on your list that you haven't screwed?

Or, is that pesky remorse thing still another one of those
taboo/nondisclosure parts of your conditional religions that goes along
with your conditional laws of physics and of evidence exclusions, in
order to suit your almighty status quo of snookering thy humanity (if
need be to death)?
-
Brad Guth

"tomcat" wrote in message
oups.com...



At least now you're making good sense. It's about time that your
"fiction" is actually getting known as the truth, that's getting much
like all of those invisible WMD that apparently do exist in the eyes
and mindsets of your Third Reich that's going all-out for global energy
domination, and/or the taking of profits from others doing such.
-
Brad Guth


Actually, we do have to worry about the possibility that "Department's
of Usenet Rectification" might form. I am strongly in favor of freedom
in America. It is the Bill of Rights and the Consititution that gives
us 'heart' in our military campaigns. Take those documents away and
the U.S. would slide into oblivion. Yet, that is what some of the
'hard right' would have us do.

It is time, once again, to move toward freedom and away from tyranny.
Things did -- a few years ago -- become so extreme that certain groups
advocating changing the U.S. to Spanish Law. Spanish Law allows
illedgal contracts to be enforced. Combine 'mind control' with legally
enforced 'illedgal contracts' and you have tyranny with a capital 'T'.



What is an 'illedgal contract' ?

Keith



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