Being just one of the many sheep here, Jeff actually suggested that I
follow the lead of others, then following that up by saying other don't
think like me....Uh...okay! Jeff wrote...
You do it all on your own. You're the one who seems concerned
about what most people think.

This statement makes the least sense of all. I usually ALWAYS oppose
the people here. I'm the ONLY person who makes NO ALIANCES. Even Neal
caters when he tires. I NEVER tire. Part of this is because I'm so
vastly superior on every level. Not only do I stomp the majority of
this group verbally, but I could disable any three of you hand to hand.

I also think most of you represent a sort of bitter resentment about
sailing. You want it to be your own, but it can't ever be so. Poor
fools, you attack how people sail, the boats they choose and even how
far they sail. Sailing has brought me so much...even my wife and son. I

love to share it with others. But fearing that your hobby is less
exclusive, you try to lash out again and again. We should all sail
great distances, or win races, or live aboard or sail in harsh weather,

you claim. Nonsense. We just sail when we please as we
please....because it pleases us.
The fact that this torments you endlessly along with trilobites like
Mooron, Loco and Doug is a constant source of amusement for me. Think
about it, Jeff. I'm always picking a fight with someone here, sometime
all of you low lifes at once, and I've never lost. I don't follow your
leads, beliefs or conventional ideas just to hear them echoed by the
next post.
I'm everything you and most of the others here can never be...A Man.
And Even Bob Crantz and Capt. Neal know this to be true.

I am the virus that keeps the blood of this group flowing strong and
pure, the essense of it's strength and health. You cannot beat me, cure

me or have me expelled from the group body. Every word that you type is
my fuel and your folly. Thus it has been, thus it shall remain.
Jeff, you're a pinhead Maximous Mostidioticus Multihulless....and
there's no changing that. Mooron, you'll all rum driven fluff with a
slow boat to boot! John Cairns, you own a bloody Catalina 28 fer cripes
sake-kill yourself! Loco, your boat is more dated than an 8X10 of
Bonnie Franklin. Joe, your steel boat isn't going anywhere and everyone
knows it! Doug, what're you even doing opening your stink-hole in a
sailing group?! Neal, you've become and object of actual pity
here...can you believe it?


Capt. Robert B
35s5....home of the God of Alt.Sailing.Asa...(Don't say it Ozzy!)
NY