'Pat Murphy' Linked By I.P. Address To "BobSmith" Snitch Emails Sent To Canadian Radio Authorites and Yellowknife Ham Radio Club! Email Screenshots. JTA Joins "Proven Liars" Club

"I was one of the last people to agree

 that Richard Nixon was a crook."

~John T. Arthur on the Free Radio Cafe, 8/02/2011

Pirate Radio News & Commentary
By John Poet

 Most of our readers are probably familiar with the narrative published by Radio Paranoia of how 'Commander Bunny' aka Pat Murphy, posing as "Bob Smith",  purportedly filed a complaint with Canadian radio authorities, as well as an amateur radio club, the Yellowknife Amateur Radio Society (YARS), in his attempt to get Doc John of Radio Yellowknife/Northern Relay Service, busted-- thus eliminating the only other active pirate radio relay service back in early 2011:
"House of Games: "Bob Smith" con's piracy"
(See also "How Commander Bunny & His Gang of FRN Sock-Puppets Started the Pirate Radio War of 2011: With Covert Attacks Against Radio Yellowknife, Then FRN Flaming and Mass-Emailed Lies & Propoganda Against the Northern Relay Service")


After 'C.Bunny' made yet another of his numerous blog attacks against sundry pirate radio personalities purporting to "out" their personal information, this time Doc John's (in a post he soon deleted as he often does), an enterprising pirate DXer made a renewed attempt to obtain a copy of that Email which was sent to the Yellowknife Club a year-and-a-half ago.  This time he succeeded, "karma" having taken a hand in it, and the details have been duly reported on the Radio Paranoia blog:
Fink Noise: Connection Confirmed Between Pat Murphy and Snitching on "Rival" Pirate Radio Operator      and     Fink Noise Part 2: The "Bob Smith" email

((BTW-  Has anyone else noticed the eery similarity between the  text of the "BobSmith" emails to Canadian authorities, and the fake emails attempting to frame Artie Bigley for TCS bust  posted by CB last year?))

As one might imagine, there has been much thrashing and nashing of teeth from The Bunny Camp... with JTA aka John T. Arthur, operator of the Belfast mail drop, taking the lead in launching various counterattacks aimed at me which seemed to be more in the character of C.Bunny/Pat Murphy than the JTA we used to know, and inevitably making the FRN website and the Belfast, New York maildrop appear to be even more unsafe for non-Bunny-allied pirate radio operators or just plain DXers than one may have previously thought (if that were possible):
 JTA Puts Final Nail in FRN Coffin

JTA, along with the Bunny, seem to believe that I am responsible for writing the Radio Paranoia blog which has deviled them so.  All I can say is, I can only wish that I was half as clever, or half as effective as the writer behind it, in putting the Bunny and his Mafia in their proper place-- but thank you so much for that unintended compliment!

Return of the Sock-Puppets! ~OR~ The Many Sock-Puppets of Commander Bunny: Past, Present & Future ~OR~ Of Rats & Snitches & Sock-puppets & the Pathetic Little Sockpuppet King Pounding His Keyboard and Sundry Bunny Parts

"A sockpuppet is an online identity used for purposes of deception within an online community. In its earliest usage, a sockpuppet was a false identity through which a member of an Internet community speaks with or about himself or herself, pretending to be a different person, like a ventriloquist manipulating a hand puppet.

In current usage, the perception of the term has been extended beyond second identities of people who already post in a forum or blog to include other uses of misleading online identities. For example, a New York Times article claims that "sockpuppeting" is defined as "the act of creating a fake online identity to praise, defend or create the illusion of support for one's self, allies or company."  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sockpuppet_(Internet)

The horrifying fact that we must all face is, that the rodent sock-puppets and their accomplices are coming, and if we don't take swift action to forestall this disaster, we are all going to die an agonizing death followed by an inadequate burial in rodent feces.

I have read some of Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified)'s writings. While I disagree with much of their content, I do not intend to attack Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified)'s opinions, only to offer my own viewpoints. For the sake of review, we must create a world in which obstructionism, demagogism, and prætorianism are all but forgotten. If we don't, future generations will not know freedom. Instead, they will know fear; they will know sadness; they will know injustice, poverty, and grinding despair. Most of all, they will realize, albeit far too late, that if Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified) bites me I will bite back.

Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified) keeps missing my point. More specifically, he keeps getting hung up on my words without seeing the underlying meaning. For example, when I say that Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified) should be responsible for his own actions, Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified) seems incapable of realizing that what I'm really getting at is that it has been said that his caustic, contemptible crotchets are a carcinogen that has been eating away at (what was formerly)  our society and eventually will kill us all. I, in turn, contend that my cause is to illustrate the virtues that he lacks—courage, truthfulness, courtesy, honesty, diligence, chivalry, loyalty, and industry. I call upon men and women from all walks of life to support my cause with their life-affirming eloquence and indomitable spirit of human decency and moral righteousness. Only then will the whole world realize that society must soon decide either to encourage open, civic engagement or else to let Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified) abandon us on a desert island.

The decision is one of life or death, peaceful existence or perpetual social fever. I can hope only that those in charge realize that when a mistake is made, the smart thing to do is to admit it and reverse course. That takes real courage. The way that Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified) stubbornly refuses to own up to his mistakes serves only to convince me that he doesn't want us to bring important information about his maladroit declamations into the limelight. He wants us to behave like sheep, not showing any inclination to saunter off in a direction other than that in which the shepherd ( Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified)) wants us to go. Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified) intends to keep us sheep blissfully ignorant of the fact that even when he isn't lying, Commander Bunny, Kracker, Beans, Thumper, Mosby, Bouncer (& sundry other sock-puppets not yet fully identified) is using facts, emphasizing facts, bearing down on facts, sliding off facts, quietly ignoring facts, and, above all, interpreting facts in a way that will enable him to popularize a genre of music whose graphic lyrics explicitly urge pouty peculators to impose ideology, control thought, and punish virtually any behavior he disapproves of.