That Wackjob Bob we all know and love, aka Crazy Robert Morein, wrote:

wrote in message
ups.com...

Wackjob Bob Morein, leader of the RAO lunatics, gives himself another
thwack on the head with a rubber mallet, and spits out this insane
bile:


Dear soundhaspriority:

I realize it is difficult for me to face up to my predicament. I have
disappointed my mother, disappointed my father, my two sisters, and
everyone else in the family. I suffered scorn and humiliation as a child
after I got caught wearing my mother's undergarments. Then, in another
epsiode, wearing my fathers. In my teen years I got suspended because I
couldn't stop playing with myself in class. Later on as I got older (notice that
I didn't say "as I matured"?), drugs became my perversion of choice. My
family ostracized me for my drug addiction, even though they are to blame for
bringing it on. (Especially my overbearing mother).

Drugs took my will away, failure took my dreams away. Now, I have no career,
I have no life, other than what you see on Usenet, where I am all the time.
Now, as you can see, I'm addicted to you, soundhaspriority. Addicted to YOU.
A tweako freako. Mr. Sound, if it weren't for you, I'd kill myself. Please don't go.
Please!! waaaahaaaa! booohooo! whhhaaaaa!


Dear Doctor Graham,

Pull yourself together. You're embarassing yourself. People are
watching you. FBI mostly, but still, they're watching you. Think what
you're doing to your professional career. Every insane rant like this
that you make makes it more difficult for you to rebound from your
failure at Drexel. What do you mean "What professional career"? Aren't
you Doctor Graham, member of SAG and the IEEE? You "lied" to me? You're
not a member of SAG? Oh, "any longer". Okay, fine.

Anyway, I know this is going to be most difficult on you than anyone
else, that I'll be leaving the group. You've been a dedicated
psychostalking troll for 3 months now, and have loyally responded to
hundreds of my posts every single day, usually within seconds of me
posting (uncanny how you do that). Thing is, you're not much use to
anyone now, and you're going to be even more of a worthless blob after
I go. So I suggest that when you plant the knife in your gut, swish it
around, you know. Like this: making circling gesture. That way you
can be sure to destroy some vital organs. I know how incompetent you
are in general, from reading your audio debates ("audio tirades" is
more like it), and don't wish to see you **** up your own suicide. Have
a nice after life. You know you will, because heaven is populated with
soundhaspriority's. You may not have had much to live for after you
lost your battle with Drexel, but at least I've given you something to
die for.