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Comments: Christopher Jones is a THROAT GOAT, over
Comments: You all know me from 435... My best asset is my still young hot Ass.... et... I tell people on radio I work as IT dude. Really it is just fixing old peoples computers running windows 95 on dial up like old man ZKZ. I know I sound like I'm 15, I guess thats why dudes flirt wiff me on radio..I'm short and fun after a pint of vodka... I don't get much on SSI so I'm not gay, but 20 bucks is 20 bucks.thank you...!
Comments: Chris Jones USA, you’re the kind of loudmouth know-it-all who couldn’t find his own ass with both hands and a roadmap, yet somehow you still think you’re the smartest bastard in every room. Every time you open your fucking mouth, it’s like watching confidence commit a hate crime against intelligence. You don’t debate—you just vomit opinions and expect everyone else to applaud your bullshit. You have an ego so goddamn big it has its own zip code, and somehow it’s carrying around a brain the size of a fucking peanut. You act like you’re God’s gift to common sense, but the only thing you’ve mastered is being spectacularly wrong without a single ounce of self-awareness. If stupidity were an Olympic sport, you’d win gold, set a world record, then spend the next ten years telling everyone how you invented the fucking event. Nobody is intimidated by you. They’re exhausted by you. Every conversation with you is like being trapped in an elevator with a broken smoke alarm that won’t shut the fuck up. You confuse arrogance with intelligence, volume with credibility, and your own bullshit with reality. The saddest part? You actually believe your own nonsense. You’re never the smartest guy in the room, Chris—you just happen to be the loudest asshole in it.
Comments: Christopher Gladden Jones KW6USA, you’re a walking, talking monument to bullshit. If someone ever needed proof that a person could be 100% confidence and 0% brains, they’d just point at your dumb ass and call it a day. You’ve got an answer for everything, even when you don’t know a fucking thing, which, judging by experience, is most of the time. You strut around acting like you’re some misunderstood genius, but in reality you’re just another obnoxious prick who mistakes never shutting the fuck up for being intelligent. Every sentence out of your mouth is a reminder that being loud is free, but wisdom apparently costs more than you’ll ever be able to afford. Your head is so far up your own ass you probably think the echo is applause. You couldn’t admit you were wrong if the truth hit you in the face with a fucking shovel. People don’t stop arguing with you because you’ve won—they stop because arguing with an arrogant idiot is like playing chess with a pigeon. It’ll knock over the pieces, shit on the board, and strut away convinced it’s the fucking grandmaster.
Comments: Christopher Gladden Jones KW6USA, you’re the kind of loudmouth know-it-all who couldn’t find his own ass with both hands and a roadmap, yet somehow you still think you’re the smartest bastard in every room. Every time you open your fucking mouth, it’s like watching confidence commit a hate crime against intelligence. You don’t debate—you just vomit opinions and expect everyone else to applaud your bullshit. You have an ego so goddamn big it has its own zip code, and somehow it’s carrying around a brain the size of a fucking peanut. You act like you’re God’s gift to common sense, but the only thing you’ve mastered is being spectacularly wrong without a single ounce of self-awareness. If stupidity were an Olympic sport, you’d win gold, set a world record, then spend the next ten years telling everyone how you invented the fucking event. Nobody is intimidated by you. They’re exhausted by you. Every conversation with you is like being trapped in an elevator with a broken smoke alarm that won’t shut the fuck up. You confuse arrogance with intelligence, volume with credibility, and your own bullshit with reality. The saddest part? You actually believe your own nonsense. You’re not the smartest guy in the room, Christopher Gladden Jones KW6USA —you just happen to be the loudest asshole in it.
Comments: Oh, Jimmy Houghten WB6SUS, captain of confidence grand, With certainty held in a wave of your hand. You stride through the room with a knowing grin, As though every debate was decided within. Your compass points north—except now and then, When it spins in circles and calls it a win. The facts may protest, the evidence groan, Yet somehow you’re certain you’re never alone. You polish opinions till they brightly shine, Then declare them as vintage, like old, priceless wine. When questions appear, you don’t pause or reflect— You simply promote them to “facts” by direct. Your speeches are epic, your pauses are few, And somehow each story comes back around to you. A master of confidence, bold to the end, Where logic is merely a troublesome friend. You climb every hill with remarkable flair, Then plant your own flag though no one’s up there. You’ll argue with echoes, debate with the breeze, Then graciously thank yourself, aiming to please. If certainty earned a prestigious award, You’d build yourself shelves to display every board. If persistence were gold, you’d own half the sun; If humility counted… well, let’s just move on. So here’s to your passion, your thunderous style, Your talent for stretching one minute a mile. May every discussion bring laughter instead, And may wisdom occasionally visit your head. For every good comedy needs someone bold, A character larger than stories once told. So take this in humor, with smile and good cheer— The stage isn’t quite the same when you’re not here.
Comments: * “USAs signal isn’t the only thing that’s off frequency.” * “USA treats the repeater like it’s his personal podcast.” * “USAs operating manual must have been printed upside down.” * “USAs idea of good operating practice is whatever everyone else isn’t doing.” * “USA can create interference without even keying the mic.”
Comments: Estampias Floyd es un pinche huevon de primera calidad. Pinche cara de panocha te pasas de verga. Metete tu pinche obama phone por el fundillo. Yo Solo Wuevon
Comments: Volume III: Perry Perry quite contrary Oh why do you like balls so hairy? Jamming 435 like a full blown Ferry Getting slapped around by Gary Beat up more than Goldstein, Barry Your ebay furniture; ordinary Milking Linda like a moo-cow, diary To Linda, you're a dingleberry Out on the street if she knew an actuary Kinky hair with curls of Jheri Your sickening smell makes others weary Has a stupid friend, Oy Vey! Mustache like a puss? yes very! Drugs and drinking; customary Size 40 jeans? Coronary Allow me to be your luminary For jamming brings a corollary Fines damaging and monetary And your station, therefore caducary. All this I say to you, Perry... Your pending defeat will be legendary.
Comments: Volume II: Why does one call themselves a strong young warrior? Does a warrior audibly tremble in fear, easily spooked by ham radio operators driving by their sister's place catching them jamming? If one is strong, then why does one wear their morbidly obese size 40 waist Levi's, and not perhaps a size more indicative of being in shape? Do the strong also live under their sister's care, or do they support themselves? If one is young, how do they qualify to live in a 55 and up apartment building? You are clearly none of these things, and they are all about to be proven again and again...
Comments: Just reporting the facts that Chris is a two-faced backstabbing conniving bitch. There will be more to come.
Comments: Volume 1: Should those that live in their sister's glass house throw stones? Especially when you are just tenants, with no ownership in common?
Comments: Steve took some effort to silence. I dont think it will even take a knee to the neck to silence Perry. Its coming, as you say, Muthafucka. You will go down easy. Best to tuck that tail before you are publicly embarrassed off air just like Steve was.
Comments: Yes perry is a mentally ill son of a daddy he doesnt know. The rest of his family let perry live rent free in a house under the LAX flight path rent free, for 3 years. Imagine his family footin' dose bilzz for 3 more years than he should have been entitled to. Perry has his new BF Steve provide him information, but the fact remains unlike Steve, perry has a lot to lose, and 55 and up apartments that accept colored are hard to come by. Remember when Steve was painting your ass as the loser you are, and you were hawking sandwiches at For You Meals? Holy shit....then you sue a head shop. By the way Perry, do you know Steve is friends with Yellowbelly? You didn't know that did you, but since he sucks even better cock than you do with your vagina mouth you're completely on board. Perry and his sister can't sell the place they live in, but they can sell their pedestrian furniture, size 40 Levi's, and their crusty lingerie to stay afloat. Nobody's buying that amplamufier...ha ha ha. They wont even bother tenting that shithole Perry lives in, because when the cockroaches stop holding hands the whole place is coming down.
Comments: LOCAL MAN SUFFERS FROM ADVANCED CONSEQUENCE AVOIDANCE SYNDROME Residents have reported a severe case of what experts are calling Advanced Consequence Avoidance Syndrome, a fictional condition marked by chronic betrayal, selective memory, compulsive victimhood, and an inability to understand why people eventually stop answering the radio. Common symptoms include accepting kindness during difficult periods, later turning against the same people, and using personal disputes as weapons against former friends. Patients may recruit others to carry out harassment, spread private information, or escalate conflicts, while maintaining the firm belief that they themselves are merely innocent bystanders. Another frequent symptom is technical achievement by proxy, in which the sufferer purchases impressive equipment but relies on younger or more capable people to perform the actual technical work. Credit remains fully functional, while gratitude gradually deteriorates. As the condition progresses, patients may begin appearing at events without invitations, encouraging confrontations, participating in childish acts of retaliation, and then expressing shock when others respond negatively. In advanced cases, the patient may dump large quantities of packing material into someone’s yard and later insist that everyone else has become unreasonable. Researchers have also identified opportunistic equipment acquisition behavior. This involves requesting donations, collecting gear from vulnerable people, and showing unusual interest in radio equipment following the death of its owner. The patient may describe this activity as “helping,” although nearby observers often hear the faint circling of vultures. The most serious stage is known as Terminal Victim Reversal. Once criticism begins, the patient suddenly forgets every action that led to the conflict and becomes convinced that dislike appeared spontaneously, much like interference from an unknown source. There is currently no known treatment, largely because successful treatment would require self-awareness, accountability, gratitude, and the ability to apologize without adding the word “but.” The outlook remains poor when the patient continues to believe that every broken friendship is a conspiracy, every consequence is harassment, and every piece of unattended radio equipment is potentially free.
Comments: Now that everyone is kicked off again, does that mean we no longer get free financial and investment advice from the "repeater owner"?
Comments: Thank you Staff Reporter for your exceptional service. I have been busy with my doctoral thesis on why Lizards use the animal bridge. WB6SUS For life! RIP TERRY, JACK, and all the other greats. Was an honor to listen.
Comments: LOCAL REPEATER OPERATOR DISCOVERS FRIENDSHIP HAS A 36-MONTH FINANCING OPTION By Staff Reporter In a story involving amateur radio, unpaid technical labor, Styrofoam peanuts, and enough personal betrayal to power a small repeater, local ham operator Chris has reportedly found himself wondering why his popularity has dropped somewhere below the noise floor. According to people familiar with the situation, Chris purchased a repeater using a 36-month payment plan because he did not have enough cash to buy it outright. The technical work, however, was reportedly handled by a younger operator named Sam, leaving Chris with the important executive responsibilities of taking credit, posing near the equipment, and presumably checking whether the monthly payment had cleared. Those same accounts claim Chris later turned against Brett and several others who had shown him kindness during some of the most difficult periods of his life. Apparently, loyalty was installed as an optional accessory and was not included in the financing package. Chris also reportedly informed on Steve and brought the FCC into the dispute after Steve submitted what was described as a fraudulent complaint to the agency. In a plot twist rarely seen outside daytime television, Chris allegedly went on to use Steve against the very people who had previously treated Chris as a friend. Multiple operators further allege that Chris encouraged and assisted Steve in doxing and harassing members of the amateur radio community. Sources say this was less “public service through communication” and more “middle-school drama with antennas.” Chris was also reportedly the uninvited guest who arrived at a barbecue and later encouraged people to go to Steve’s house. The evening allegedly reached its dignified conclusion when Chris and a heavyset Greek friend dumped roughly 50 pounds of Styrofoam packing peanuts into Steve’s yard, proving once again that amateur radio disputes can somehow become both federally regulated and environmentally annoying. When criticism eventually turned toward Chris, he allegedly recast himself as the victim. Observers described the maneuver as similar to setting a fire, calling the fire department, and then requesting sympathy for smoke inhalation. Questions were also raised when Chris allowed Steve back onto the 450 repeater on the same day Steve’s FCC probation ended. Critics say the timing appeared less than accidental, although Chris has apparently not issued a detailed explanation beyond the traditional amateur radio response of static, denial, and changing the subject. Chris has also developed a reputation for appearing after fellow ham operators die and asking about available equipment. He reportedly requested donated gear from Dennis, collected equipment from Terry and Jack, and made inquiries regarding Brett’s equipment as well. Community members say the pattern has earned Chris the unofficial role of “estate-sale vulture with a call sign.” Chris is now reportedly upset that few people seem to like him. Local observers expressed surprise that a combination of betrayal, harassment, FCC disputes, unwanted visits, equipment scavenging, and 50 pounds of airborne packing material had failed to produce lasting friendships. At press time, Chris was believed to be monitoring the repeater, searching for sympathy, free equipment, or someone willing to take over the remaining payments.
Comments: I don’t hate anyone for anything Unless there’s something wrong with their brain But when one man looks at another man with love in his eye That homo motherfucker ought to die I don’t believe anyone’s born that way They’re beyond kinky, they’re sick and demented, not gay Queer means weird, Gay is happy Neither means two men butt stabbing Fruit loop puto stay out of my sight A bone smuggler isn’t right Queer means weird, Gay is happy Neither means two men butt stabbing Fruit loop puto stay out of my sight A bonе smuggler isn’t right Álvaro Díaz “PIENSO EN TI.” Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified You say “this song makes you offendеd” Well so does a couple men getting rear ended You tell me that you were born that way So if I was born a baby raper, would that be ok? Fuck no hoto, that is wrong Keeping genitalia where they belong Queer means weird, Gay is happy Neither means two men butt stabbing Fruit loop puto stay out of my sight A bone smuggler isn’t right Queer means weird, Gay is happy Neither means two men butt stabbing Fruit loop puto stay out of my sight A bone smuggler isn’t right Punk little sissy what's wrong with you It’s Adam and Eve, not Adam and Lou What are you thinking, you stupid fool Don’t you know big titties rule One more thing before I go Your butt’s an exit, not a funhole Queer means weird, Gay is happy Neither means two faggots butt stabbing Fruit loop puto stay out of my sight A bone smuggler isn’t right Queer means weird, Gay is happy Neither means two men butt stabbing Fruit loop puto stay out of my sight A bone smuggler isn’t right
Comments: Your accused of the following charges You′re a woman trapped inside of a man Your sexuality no one will deny you But your preference we can't understand You are the loneliness of all people It′s time for you to realize Aids like the plague is from god For he see's something wrong in his eyes Anally inflicted death sentence A.I.D.S Anally inflicted death sentence A.I.D.S Anally inflicted death sentence A.I.D.S Anally inflicted death sentence A.I.D.S That's what you get for having A penis up your ass You should have used a condom That′s what you get when you Swallow another man′s load A lubricated condom How do you find love in another man's hairy ass You should have used a condom Millions of hamsters Running ramped in your bowels Take the Hershey highway Fudge packing man Fudge packing man Fudge packing man Fudge packing man A manly man Fudge packing man Fudge packing man Fudge packing man
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