Iconography by Dea Fauxnette
Surveying the wreckage of his once formidable following of sockpuppet disciples, now tattered and scattered by heavy losses over a yearlong series of skirmishes, shortwave slandercaster Commander Bunny of WBNY pawed sadly through his empty drawers, two days before Easter, and moaned "This is not a very Good Friday."
"Eagerly have I desired to eat this Passover with you," he mumbled, munching on cecotropes while dispiritedly kicking the frayed remains of Beans, Mosby, Thumper, Bouncer and a pile of unrecognizable fragments of fabric, stiffened by repeated dousings with what the Bunnyman calls "Holy Water" sprinkled from his "Peter Cottontail".
When last seen the Lagomurph was building a cross made from leftover unclaimed QSL packages, stuck together with bumper stickers.
"My socks! My socks!" he sobbed, "Why have you forsaken me!"
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Was it worth the 30 WBNY bumper stickers, Cosmik?
ReplyDeleteGreat post Guise.
ReplyDeleteEven if you support Pat and his behavior it's hard to ignore the absence of his old sock puppets.....and yes although he briefly admitted to using sock puppets it raises the question
What kind of person uses false identities in an attempt to influence & control others?
Your Name: Jerry Michael Graves
ReplyDeleteDate: Fall 1966
You had a brother named William and a sister named Mary. Mary had a child die of Muscular Dystrophy or Sclorosis (I've forgotten over the years). You were in the Marine Corps and stationed in Okinawa. I moved to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We were lost to each other by a very horrible misunderstanding. I had been told that you had been killed in Vietnam and found out two years later that it wasn't true. By then it was too late. You liked Radio Broadcasting and dreamed of having you own one day. You had a setup in your Mom and Dad's basement.
Why exactly is Jerry Michael Graves / Pat Murphy so interested in pictures of naked male DXers?
ReplyDeleteThat is a curious obsession the Lagomurph has developed. Perhaps he's spent too much time handling Lucifer's Testicles.
ReplyDeleteThe thing is (as said in the musical), "No one mourns the wicked".
ReplyDeleteI thought there no more apt application of this song except to Commander Murphy and his sock drawer full of dirty cotton rock suckers.
Great post thannks
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