Return-Path: Posted-Date: 11 Aug 92 20:29:59 GMT Path: taco!gatech!swrinde!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!sdd.hp.com!think.com!linus!linus.mitre.org!mitre.org!cgates From: cgates@mitre.org (Curt Gates) Newsgroups: rec.motorcycles Subject: Re: DoD Security Breach ? Date: 11 Aug 92 20:29:59 GMT References: <1992Aug11.183029.28243@morgan.ucs.mun.ca> Sender: news@linus.mitre.org (News Service) Organization: The MITRE Corporation Lines: 36 Nntp-Posting-Host: cgates.mitre.org Apparently-To: sasmjw@unx.sas.com In article <1992Aug11.183029.28243@morgan.ucs.mun.ca> hamm@weejordy.physics.mun.ca (Craig Hamm) writes: > Speaking as a non-DoDer, I thought it meant Denizens of Doom(?) > So what's the big deal ? The *real* reason is that a couple of Right Coast riders are pissed at me because I innocently mentioned that they ate road kill. This expose was confirmed by one of the denizens (forget your computer said that that word) *attendees* at the RCR who had to stop evey ten minutes on the way home to dash into the bushes along the interstate. This whole mess started a few weeks ago on the thread about how much venison got wasted at an accident where a bike hit a deer. They didnt mind my mentioning venison so much -- but skunk, armadillo, and snake tarnished their reputation as gurus of the barbeque. In trying to restore his dignity, the keeper of the flame had to find some poor innocent victim to roast, since it was his job, I suppose. This is no big deal. Justice is on the way. The vicious perpetrator of the flame has discovered some secret information and he now knows what is about to happen to him out at our local antennae farm. For what its worth, his bike will be used as bait for the giant kraken (squid to all landlubbers) that lives off the coast in Buzzards Bay. The bike is now being tied to a long piece of line and it will be towed (trolled) back and forth by the ferries between Woods Hole and Nantucket and Marthas Vineyard. Pay no attention to his frantic signalling on the deer whistles. And dont extend any sympathy for his wet socks; just laugh at the funny squishing noises he makes when he walks. It should all blow over soon enough. ************************************ I worked as a technical writer ... editing manuals ... on how to dispose of sewage in permafrost; we all had to wear white shirts -- that was mandatory -- and I was fired at the end of two weeks for spending too much time staring out the window. (Edward Abbey) ************************************