Special report to Tales of Radio Paranoia
by General Shun, DXing Consultant
Contributing reporters Han Lee Gurns & Lauren Sheng
Leave it to the former shortwave radio pirate once known as Commander
After a long and much needed break from
In January 2013 the disgraced former radio personality again made the mistake of pretending to understand the internets and, hypnotized by alpha-numeric characters beyond his ken, smashed his head against the keyboard several times, miraculously producing a few barely intelligible rants that appeared to be self-congratulatory about the WBNY blarg web traffic.
And how did the WBNY blarg achieve the stats he claims? Because as of January 27, Commander Buttmuncher's WBNY blog is infested with SEO crap! Our Great Peoples crap! Mostly promoting our Great Peoples Viagra. You see, my friends, the Buttmuncher's J-Pole is suffering from too much J and not enough pole.
|Keyword stuffing - delicious with roast rabbit.|
According to the Zulu Risk Analyzer and Google's data, the WBNY blog has achieved the enviable status of "Pretty Fucked Up", usually reserved for Russian
|Yes, Commander Buttmunch, you're No 1, alright.|
|Only 50 out of 100? C'mon, ya floppy eared|
poop muncher, you can do better.
Murphy has also resumed another of his favorite occupations: Snitching out rival shortwave pirate radio operators. Without provocation (including from our own Radio Paranoia blog, which had been on hiatus since August 2012), Murphy has resumed his longtime hobby of publicly posting names and locations of "enemies", some of whom may be active or occasional ops. (We know of a couple of active or recently active ops among the dozen or so people Murphy has identified by name and location. There may be others - impossible for anyone to know for certain, especially for ops who never used the Belfast mail drop. --GF)
His WBNY blog (on Ragnar's domain, which otherwise seems clear) is so infested with SEO crap, courtesy of Our Great Peoples, this puny, feeble Murphy is suffering from diarrheatic scooties - scooting his butt along the rug to clean off excess cecatropes. Now he leaves a brown trail to find his way back to the nursing home after becoming disoriented by the long journey to the mailbox in fruitless hopes of ever seeing another valid signal report. Other than from himself and the handful of minions still clinging to the corpse of the FRN.
Great Success for The Peoples! And remember, Confuse-Us say: It is impolite to laugh at the red flag-level fail of Papa Smurphy. So do it often.
General Shun DX's from a carradio in the remote Peoples Republic of Uukuhuúwa.