Saturday, June 26, 2010

Anonymous Harassment

Today I posted all of Anonymous' comments. Anonymous is the name of the person who continues to leave negative comments on this blog. Anonymous claims that they are big into the Father's Rights movement however he never seems to give any facts or credible arguments. Unfortunately, Anonymous has to resort to calling name calling, attacking my mother, and making fun of my children not having a father just because I bring attention to the actions of Dr. Edward J Connor and Dr. Sara Jone-Connor. Anonymous' latest post claimed that I was helping Dr. Connor by advertising for him. Anonymous claimed that Dr. Connor had an advertisement on this blog and Anonymous clicked on it. I think he was mad when I informed him that the blog made money when people click on the links. He claimed that Dr. Connor made more money off of it. If anyone who visited this site went to Dr. Edward J Connor or Dr. Sara Jones-Connor for psychological services, it's on them. I tried my best to warn them. In fact, I am going to start a campaign to warn people in the Greater Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky areas about the troubles in the family court system. I explained this to Anonymous in a recent comment on this blog. The following is a copy of the comment in response to Anonymous' latest comment regarding his claim that I was making Dr. Connor money with my internet writings:

"Dr. Connor probably needs the money. I'm sure his mortgage with 5/3 Bank on his house in the Triple Crown Subdivision in Union, Kentucky isn't cheap. There are some nice houses on his street. I have family that lives a couple streets over from Dr. Connor. I wonder if I should warn my family's neighborhood about the troubles within the family court system? Sometimes you just have to grab the REIGHns and fight to bring change for the good of families. It's all about protecting children. www.DanHelpsKids.com."

I'm sorry to take up people's time with this silly Anonymous guy but I wanted to show people an example of how people turn to blathering name calling and harassment when they do not have a worthy argument to support their opinions. Anonymous is one of them. He continues to post derogatory comments about my children, my family and me because he is mad that I write about Dr. Connor's illegal actions. Is Anonymous Dr. Connor? I don't know but it is definitely someone who is very protective of Dr Edward J Connor because he has taken the time to write over fifteen hundred words (1,500) worth of comments in the last week alone. Anonymous seems to be very upset with me. Although Anonymous' comments do not bother me too much, I feel he is too much of a coward to present any physical danger, I have family and friends who are concerned about Anonymous' potential to cause physical harm because Anonymous clearly isn't the most sane person in the bunch.

34 comments:

  1. This Anonymous seems to be pretty unstable. 1,500 words of comments in a week and they think you have problems? A little obsessed with Dan Brewington aren't we? It probably is Conner. Don't worry Dan because your girls will be grateful that you fought these evil people to protect their ability to have a dad. I think you should tell Dr. Conner's neighbors when a slimeball he is. Sex offenders have to register so why shouldn't Dr. Conner because he hurts children too. Keep fighting.

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  2. Hey, Coward - get your kids back yet?

    When will you post ALL the anonymous comments?

    Do you think it is one person or many?

    Tell us how you help kids!

    How do you help kids?

    Name one child that you've helped?

    How can you help other children when you can;t get your own back? How does that work?

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  3. So, you now stalk this guy? Do you stalk the judge, too?

    Why would anyone count words of anonymous posters?

    This is too much, Dan. You are a creeper.

    J. Everett Thompson

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  4. Amanda = Dan

    It's a poorly-constructed anagram.

    Dan has clearly crossed a line here. Posting rubbish about someone is one thing, but stalking is another.

    The good people of Union should be on the lookout for this guy.

    Betty W.
    Cincinnati, Ohio

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  5. So, why don't you take the court's advice, take the mental health exam, and see your kids?

    It sounds simple.

    Deb

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  6. How does ANY of this help kids?

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  7. Sorry I don't have time to chat right now. I'm with another parent who went through a child custody evaluation with Dr. Edward J Connor. I'm going through their evaluation with a fine tooth comb and picking out Dr. Connor's inconsistencies that seem to appear in all of the other evaluations of Dr. Connor's that I have reviewed. Fortunately, this parent contacted me in time so I will be able to testify in their hearing. Unfortunately for Dr. Connor, he doesn't know who it is that I am talking to so he will have to wait for the call from opposing counsel to hear the bad news. Have a nice evening Dr. Connor. I am.

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  8. So, Dan, why don't you just take the mental health exam and get your kids back?

    Why do you harass Dr. Connor?

    Just take the exam, do what the court asked, and get your kids back. It's really very simple.

    You are coming off very mean-spirited.

    Lisa P.
    Billings, Montana

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  9. I hope Humphrey isn't the judge that you testify in front of... now THAT will really help those people lol

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  10. Wow...someone posts a blog about his battles with an unfair court system that sterotypically sides with the mothers and people come out of the woodwork to bash him. If there was proof of any abuse or wrong doing on Dan's part he would have been arrested for it.

    The fact that none of these people have either brought charges against him or the first bit of evidence proving that he is a danger to anyone (including himself...) should really be considered. This sort of thing goes on in places other than family court, we see it every day in little ways our rights are being striped away from us as the very civil liberties that this country was founded on are eroded by people within the criminal justice system who weild that power not like a scapel, but instead like a fifteen pound sledgehammer using it against the Dan Brewingtons of the world.

    I'm not sure who 'Anonymous' is, but his tacts of name calling and taunting suggest someone who either has a personal grudge against Dan (as a result of this case or something else...), to much time on his (her or its...) hands or a teenager with nothing better to do. The great thing about the internet is that it allows you to hide behind the mask of anonymity tearing down what others have worked so hard to create without any fear of reprisals, remarks or even a face to face confrontation with the person you're doing it to.

    So with that being said, who is the bigger coward...the person hiding behind a series of name-calling, taunting, 5th grade like posts or a father taking his battle against a corrupt family court system out into a public forum for people to read?

    I remain...Keith.

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  11. Dear Mr. Brewingston,

    You wrote that the judge did the following:

    "5) Ordered that I undergo a mental health evaluation before I can have SUPERVISED visitation that is to be monitored by another mental health professional.

    6) Ordered that I cannot have UNSUPERVISED parenting time until I take down my internet content.

    Why don't you do those things that the judge ordered you to do so that you can see your kids again?

    Don't you think the girls want to see you?

    Just do it for the sake of the girls. They need you.

    Roberta Billingsly
    Howerton Village

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  12. The Frog and the Ox


    "Oh Father," said a little Frog to the big one sitting by the side of a pool, "I have seen such a terrible monster! It was as big as a mountain, with horns on its head, and a long tail, and it
    had hoofs divided in two."

    "Tush, child, tush," said the old Frog, "that was only Farmer White's Ox. It isn't so big either; he may be a little bit taller than I, but I could easily make myself quite as broad; just you see." So he blew himself out, and blew himself out, and blew himself out. "Was he as big as that?" asked he.

    "Oh, much bigger than that," said the young Frog.

    Again the old one blew himself out, and asked the young one if the Ox was as big as that.

    "Bigger, father, bigger," was the reply.

    So the Frog took a deep breath, and blew and blew and blew, and swelled and swelled and swelled. And then he said: "I'm sure the Ox is not as big as this. But at this moment he burst.

    Self-conceit may lead to self-destruction.

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  13. The Fisher


    A Fisher once took his bagpipes to the bank of a river, and played upon them with the hope of making the fish rise; but never a one put his nose out of the water. So he cast his net into the river and soon drew it forth filled with fish. Then he took his bagpipes again, and, as he played, the fish leapt up in the net.
    "Ah, you dance now when I play," said he.

    "Yes," said an old Fish:

    "When you are in a man's power you must do as he bids you."

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  14. The One-Eyed Doe


    A Doe had had the misfortune to lose one of her eyes, and could not see any one approaching her on that side. So to avoid any danger she always used to feed on a high cliff near the sea, with her sound eye looking towards the land. By this means she could see whenever the hunters approached her on land, and often escaped by this means. But the hunters found out that she was blind of one eye, and hiring a boat rowed under the cliff where she used to feed and shot her from the sea. "Ah," cried she with her dying voice,

    "You cannot escape your fate."

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  15. The Buffoon and the Countryman

    At a country fair there was a Buffoon who made all the people laugh by imitating the cries of various animals. He finished off by squeaking so like a pig that the spectators thought that he had a porker concealed about him. But a Countryman who stood by said: "Call that a pig's squeak! Nothing like it. You give me till tomorrow and I will show you what it's like." The audience laughed, but next day, sure enough, the Countryman appeared on the stage, and putting his head down squealed so hideously that the spectators hissed and threw stones at him to make him stop. "You fools!" he cried, "see what you have been hissing," and held up a little pig whose ear he had been pinching to make him utter the squeals.

    Men often applaud an imitation and hiss the real thing.

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  16. The Fox and the Goat


    By an unlucky chance a Fox fell into a deep well from which he could not get out. A Goat passed by shortly afterwards, and asked the Fox what he was doing down there. "Oh, have you not heard?" said the Fox; "there is going to be a great drought, so I jumped down here in order to be sure to have water by me. Why don't you come down too?" The Goat thought well of this advice, and jumped
    down into the well. But the Fox immediately jumped on her back, and by putting his foot on her long horns managed to jump up to the edge of the well. "Good-bye, friend," said the Fox, "remember next time,

    "Never trust the advice of a man in difficulties."

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  17. THE STRAW, THE COAL, AND THE BEAN

    In a village dwelt a poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish of beans and wanted to cook them. So she made a fire on her hearth, and that it might burn the quicker, she lighted it with a handful of straw.
    When she was emptying the beans into the pan, one dropped without her observing it, and lay on the ground beside a straw, and soon afterwards a burning coal from the fire leapt down to the two. Then the straw began and said: 'Dear friends, from whence do you come here?' The coal replied: 'I fortunately sprang out of the fire, and if I had not escaped by sheer force, my death would have been certain,--I should have been burnt to ashes.' The bean said: 'I too have escaped with a whole skin, but if the old woman had got me into the pan, I should have been made into broth without any mercy, like my comrades.' 'And would a better
    fate have fallen to my lot?' said the straw. 'The old woman has destroyed all my brethren in fire and smoke; she seized sixty of them at
    once, and took their lives. I luckily slipped through her fingers.'

    'But what are we to do now?' said the coal.

    'I think,' answered the bean, 'that as we have so fortunately escaped death, we should keep together like good companions, and lest a new mischance should overtake us here, we should go away together, and repair to a foreign country.'

    The proposition pleased the two others, and they set out on their way together. Soon, however, they came to a little brook, and as there was no bridge or foot-plank, they did not know how they were to get over it. The straw hit on a good idea, and said: 'I will lay myself straight across, and then you can walk over on me as on a bridge.' The straw
    therefore stretched itself from one bank to the other, and the coal, who was of an impetuous disposition, tripped quite boldly on to the newly-built bridge. But when she had reached the middle, and heard the water rushing beneath her, she was after all, afraid, and stood still, and ventured no farther. The straw, however, began to burn, broke in two pieces, and fell into the stream. The coal slipped after her, hissed when she got into the water, and breathed her last. The bean, who had
    prudently stayed behind on the shore, could not but laugh at the event, was unable to stop, and laughed so heartily that she burst. It would have been all over with her, likewise, if, by good fortune, a tailor who was travelling in search of work, had not sat down to rest by the brook. As he had a compassionate heart he pulled out his needle and thread, and sewed her together. The bean thanked him most prettily, but as the tailor used black thread, all beans since then have a black seam.

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  18. 3 May. Bistritz.--Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets. I feared to go very far from the station, as we had arrived late and would start as near the correct time as possible.

    The impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering the East; the most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which is here of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of Turkish rule.

    We left in pretty good time, and came after nightfall to Klausenburgh. Here I stopped for the night at the Hotel Royale. I had for dinner,
    or rather supper, a chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was very good but thirsty. (Mem. get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter, and he said it was called "paprika hendl," and that, as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians.

    I found my smattering of German very useful here, indeed, I don't know how I should be able to get on without it.

    Having had some time at my disposal when in London, I had visited the British Museum, and made search among the books and maps in the library regarding Transylvania; it had struck me that some
    foreknowledge of the country could hardly fail to have some importance in dealing with a nobleman of that country.


    I find that the district he named is in the extreme east of the country, just on the borders of three states, Transylvania, Moldavia, and Bukovina, in the midst of the Carpathian mountains; one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe.

    I was not able to light on any map or work giving the exact locality of the Castle Dracula, as there are no maps of this country as yet to compare with our own Ordance Survey Maps; but I found that Bistritz, the post town named by Count Dracula, is a fairly well-known place. I shall enter here some of my notes, as they may refresh my memory when I talk over my travels with Mina.

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  19. In the population of Transylvania there are four distinct nationalities: Saxons in the South, and mixed with them the Wallachs, who are the descendants of the Dacians; Magyars in the West, and Szekelys in the East and North. I am going among the latter, who claim to be descended from Attila and the Huns. This may be so, for when the Magyars conquered the country in the eleventh century they found the Huns settled in it.

    I read that every known superstition in the world is gathered into the horseshoe of the Carpathians, as if it were the centre of some sort of imaginative whirlpool; if so my stay may be very interesting. (Mem.,I must ask the Count all about them.)

    I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my
    window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika, for I had to drink up all the water in my carafe, and was still thirsty. Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the continuous knocking at my door, so I guess I must have been sleeping soundly then.

    I had for breakfast more paprika, and a sort of porridge of maize flour which they said was "mamaliga", and egg-plant stuffed with forcemeat, a very excellent dish, which they call "impletata". (Mem.,get recipe for this also.)

    I had to hurry breakfast, for the train started a little before eight, or rather it ought to have done so, for after rushing to the station at 7:30 I had to sit in the carriage for more than an hour before we began to move.

    It seems to me that the further east you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China?

    All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or castles on the top of steep hills such as we see in old missals; sometimes we ran by rivers and streams which seemed from the wide stony margin on each side of them to be subject to great floods. It takes a lot of water,
    and running strong, to sweep the outside edge of a river clear.

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  20. At every station there were groups of people, sometimes crowds, and in all sorts of attire. Some of them were just like the peasants at home or those I saw coming through France and Germany, with short jackets, and round hats, and home-made trousers; but others were very picturesque.

    The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist. They had all full white sleeves of some kind or other, and most of them had big belts with a lot of strips of something fluttering from them like the dresses in a ballet, but of course there were petticoats under them.

    The strangest figures we saw were the Slovaks, who were more barbarian than the rest, with their big cow-boy hats, great baggy dirty-white trousers, white linen shirts, and enormous heavy leather belts, nearly a foot wide, all studded over with brass nails. They wore high boots, with their trousers tucked into them, and had long black hair and heavy black moustaches. They are very picturesque, but do not look prepossessing. On the stage they would be set down at once as some old Oriental band of brigands. They are, however, I am told, very harmless and rather wanting in natural self-assertion.

    It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place. Being practically on the frontier--for the Borgo Pass leads from it into Bukovina--it has had a very stormy existence, and it certainly shows marks of it. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. At the very beginning of the seventeenth century it underwent a siege of three weeks and lost 13,000 people, the casualties of war proper being assisted by famine and disease.

    Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country.

    I was evidently expected, for when I got near the door I faced a cheery-looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress--white undergarment with a long double apron, front, and back, of coloured stuff fitting almost too tight for modesty. When I came close she bowed and said, "The Herr Englishman?"

    "Yes," I said, "Jonathan Harker."

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  21. She smiled, and gave some message to an elderly man in white shirtsleeves, who had followed her to the door.

    He went, but immediately returned with a letter:

    "My friend.--Welcome to the Carpathians. I am anxiously expecting you. Sleep well tonight. At three tomorrow the diligence will start for Bukovina; a place on it is kept for you. At the Borgo Pass my carriage will await you and will bring you to me. I trust that your journey from London has been a happy one, and that you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land.--Your friend, Dracula."


    4 May--I found that my landlord had got a letter from the Count, directing him to secure the best place on the coach for me; but on making inquiries as to details he seemed somewhat reticent, and pretended that he could not understand my German.

    This could not be true, because up to then he had understood it perfectly; at least, he answered my questions exactly as if he did.

    He and his wife, the old lady who had received me, looked at each other in a frightened sort of way. He mumbled out that the money had been sent in a letter, and that was all he knew. When I asked him if he knew Count Dracula, and could tell me anything of his castle, both he and his wife crossed themselves, and, saying that they knew nothing at all, simply refused to speak further. It was so near the time of starting that I had no time to ask anyone else, for it was all very mysterious and not by any means comforting.

    Just before I was leaving, the old lady came up to my room and said in a hysterical way: "Must you go? Oh! Young Herr, must you go?" She was in such an excited state that she seemed to have lost her grip of what German she knew, and mixed it all up with some other language which I did not know at all. I was just able to follow her by asking many questions. When I told her that I must go at once, and that I was engaged on important business, she asked again:

    "Do you know what day it is?" I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head as she said again:

    "Oh, yes! I know that! I know that, but do you know what day it is?"

    On my saying that I did not understand, she went on:

    "It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?" She was in such evident distress that I tried to comfort her, but without effect. Finally, she went down on her knees and implored me not to go; at least to wait a day or two before starting.

    It was all very ridiculous but I did not feel comfortable. However, there was business to be done, and I could allow nothing to interfere with it.

    I tried to raise her up, and said, as gravely as I could, that I thanked her, but my duty was imperative, and that I must go.

    She then rose and dried her eyes, and taking a crucifix from her neck offered it to me.

    I did not know what to do, for, as an English Churchman, I have been taught to regard such things as in some measure idolatrous, and yet it seemed so ungracious to refuse an old lady meaning so well and in such a state of mind.

    She saw, I suppose, the doubt in my face, for she put the rosary round my neck and said, "For your mother's sake," and went out of the room.

    I am writing up this part of the diary whilst I am waiting for the coach, which is, of course, late; and the crucifix is still round my neck.

    Whether it is the old lady's fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.

    If this book should ever reach Mina before I do, let it bring my goodbye. Here comes the coach!

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  22. Dan,

    Do you agree that Ruv - (1/2) guv R = (8 Pi G/c4) Tuv, or do you think that dS2 = gTT(T,X) c2 dT2 - gXX(T,X) dX2?

    I'm just curious.

    Albert

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  23. The skunk sat on the stump. The skunk thought the stump stunk and the stump thought the skunk stunk.

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  24. Ha, glad am I that no one knew that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'"

    You may imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, "Now, mistress queen, what is my name?"

    At first she said, "Is your name Conrad?"

    "No."

    "Is your name Harry?"

    "No."

    "Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?"

    "The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that," cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.

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  25. Keith = Dan

    Keith
    eithK
    ithKe
    thKei
    hKeit

    What did I just do, little danny?

    Betcha can't tell me!

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  26. Dan,

    How many of these can you correctly answer?

    1. What relation is your niece's brother to you?

    2. How many birthdays does the average man have?

    3. Some months have 31 days; how many have 28?

    4. Is it legal for a man in Scotland to marry his widow's sister?

    5. Divide 30 by 1/2 and add 10. What is the answer?

    6. If there are 3 apples and you take away 2, how many do you have ?

    7. A doctor gives you three pills telling you to take one every half hour.
    How many minutes would the pills last??

    8. A farmer has 17 sheep, and all but 9 die. How many are left?

    9. How many animals of each sex did Moses take on the ark?

    10. How many two cent stamps are there in a dozen?

    11. You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?

    12. Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000. Now add 10. What is the total?


    13. Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?

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  27. Hey, Dan - A farmer has seventeen cows; all but eight die. How many cows does the farmer have left?

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  28. The Caterpillar was the first to speak.

    'What size do you want to be?' it asked.

    'Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied; 'only one doesn't like changing so often, you know.'

    'I DON'T know,' said the Caterpillar.

    Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in her life before, and she felt that she was losing her temper.

    'Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar.

    'Well, I should like to be a LITTLE larger, sir, if you wouldn't mind,' said Alice: 'three inches is such a wretched height to be.'

    'It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high).

    'But I'm not used to it!' pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone.

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  29. Work has been proceeding in order to bring perfection to the crudely conceived idea of a machine that would not only supply inverse reactive current for use in unilateral phase detractors, but would also be capable of automatically synchronizing cardinal grammeters. Such a machine is the 'Turbo-Encabulator'.

    "The original machine had a base-plate of prefabulated amulite, surmounted by a malleable logarithmic casing in such a way that the two spurving bearings were in a direct line with the pentametric fan. ... The main winding was of the normal lotus-o-delta type placed in panendermic semi-boloid slots in the stator, every seventh conductor being connected by a nonreversible trem'e pipe to the differential girdlespring on the 'up' end of the grammeters.

    "Forty-one manestically spaced grouting brushes were arranged to feed into the rotor slipstream a mixture of high S-value phenylhydrobenzamine and 5% reminative tetryliodohexamine. Both of these liquids have specific pericosities given by P = 2.5C.n^6-7 where n is the diathetical evolute of retrograde temperature phase disposition and C is Cholmondeley's annular grillage coefficient. Initially, n was measured with the aid of a metapolar refractive pilfrometer ... but up to the present date nothing has been found to equal the transcendental hopper dadoscope. ... Undoubtedly, the turbo-encabulator has now reached a very high level of technical development. It has been successfully used for operating nofer trunnions. In addition, whenever a barescent skor motion is required, it may be employed in conjunction with a drawn reciprocating dingle arm to reduce sinusoidal depleneration.

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  30. Betty Botter bought some butter,
    "But," she said, "this butter's bitter.
    If I bake this bitter butter,
    It will make my batter bitter.
    But a bit of better butter -
    That would make my batter better."
    So she bought a bit of butter,
    Better than her bitter butter,
    And she baked it in her batter,
    And the batter was not bitter.
    So 'twas better Betty Botter
    Bought a bit of better butter.

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  31. A tree toad loved a she-toad
    Who lived up in a tree.
    He was a two-toed tree toad
    But a three-toed toad was she.
    The two-toed tree toad tried to win
    The three-toed she-toad's heart,
    For the two-toed tree toad loved the ground
    That the three-toed tree toad trod.
    But the two-toed tree toad tried in vain.
    He couldn't please her whim.
    From her tree toad bower
    With her three-toed power
    The she-toad vetoed him.

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  32. Hey, Dan,
    Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?

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  33. Dan,

    If one doctor doctors another doctor, does the doctor who doctors the doctor doctor the doctor the way the doctor he is doctoring doctors? Or does he doctor the doctor the way the doctor who doctors doctors?

    Do you know?

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  34. Anonymous,

    Now it's funny that you think that I'm Dan, but you're wrong.

    I feel special in light of your plagerism of Bram Stroker's Dracula that you could find the time to comment on me.

    Keith.

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