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I wonder , has anyone actually met and seen proof in person that gewwy
is anything but a liar ? , seen proof of his real identity ?.

 

According to Army historians, he is dead already
but we all knew that, because he stinks.

 

Used condoms was all that the muses threw at me, sorry. Oops. Duck.
They just did it again. Can't get decent muses these days...

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Onya bike

Gerry

 

Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

And I'll try to trepane the facts into your head one more time, Georg:
It was, as far as I can ascertan just _one_ "historian". A mistaken
"historian".

Official Army records, like my Certificate of Service, have the facts
right. and accodring to those and the people who know and love me, I
am very much alive and putting the boot into idiots in Usenet.


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Onya bike

Gerry

 

Usenet? LOL. You just **** whatever group you're posting to and turn
it into abusenet. You do more namecalling than most 7 year olds. If it
wasn't so much fun watching you chuck tantrums it would probably be sad.

Nev..

 

Yes. I've met Gerry. He's real, and like most of the people here, (at
least the ones I've met, and that'd be about 90% of the regular posters
over the past 14 years, he's quite a reasonable bloke in real life.

About the only regular longtime posters I haven't met, are you and GWF.
Oddly, I can't recall speaking to anyone who admits to knowing either
of you.

I've not met TwoSmokey, and I think I only met CrazyCam in passing, but
in both cases I know lots of folk who have.

Moike

 

I have met a couple of regulars who will confirm I am real and ugly ,
now you say he is reasonable in real terms yet why such an arsehole on
line ?


I guess the fuckwitt file gets him as well
no loss

 

As I said, I put the boot into idiots in Usenet. Particluarly idiots
who are silly enough to think it's a good idea to put the boot into
me.

You, Nev, are a classic case in point. You love being a punching bag.
You go to great lengths to niggle me till I tire of you, kick your
arse, and then the masochist in you goes, "oooh... look... poor
little me, the victim of Evil Gerry."

It's all just one big cyberspacial S& M gig for you, eh? Well, I
don't mind playing Dungeon Master in order for you to get your rocks
off. Blow me, Nev.

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Onya bike

Gerry

 

Seems I've hit a nerve. Of course saying and doing are often poles
apart when your baseline is somewhat below the intelligence of a
retarded chimp.
Anyway, good luck with reaching Grade 2. You will need lotsa that.

 

That is really nothing Moike
Just because you have not met anyone or talked to anyone who actually knows
me or the other you speak about
Doesn't necessarilly mean that we do not exist
Some people like to keep their past life in the past and as far as I am
concerned, that is where it belongs.
One of these days Moike, we will meet up and I will introduce meself to you
We have actually met once, but you didn't know who I was and I didn't know
who you were, we met in passing on a road somewhere years ago and through
photos on the web, I deduced that it was you I had met.

 

Then again, it may not have been you.

 

Hi Nigel, mate.

Come to join Gerry the liar's little bun fight have we?

Are you one of Gerry the liar's mates who, according to him, will chew my
balls off within hours of me appearing in this group?

11 days and counting, mate.

 

But with all the lies told by you, past and present, who is going to believe
anything YOU say now.

 

.........And that is what the truth LOOKS LIKE, Gerry the liar.

 

Here we go again, PRIVATE Gerry (the liar) Binder, who thinks he is a
General, off on his campaign to put right everything right, (from his point
of view, of course) on Usenet.

<All his other shit snipped for clarity>

 

Simple, mate. In real life Gerry the liar was a PRIVATE in the RAR. Here he
can act out his fantasies, and pretend he is a General.

In the flight sim group he chose to go under the name of Walter Mitty. You
can see why?

Walter Mitty was a meek, unassuming accountant who would daydream that he
led an exciting, heroic life in order to escape his humdrum existence. The
fictional character appeared in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1941),
written by the American humorist and artist James Thurber (1894-1961).

The story was popularised in 1947 when Danny Kaye took on the role in the
Hollywood film of the same name, also starring Boris Karloff and Viriginia
Mayo. Steven Spielberg is expected to remake the film with Jim Carrey next
year. (((****! You've missed out there, Gerry!)))

In Thurber's 2000-word story, which takes place over a single day, we first
meet the henpecked Mr Mitty as he is driving his wife to town for a shopping
trip, while dreaming that he is a Navy pilot flying through the worst storms
in 20 years. ((((This is why he pollutes the flight sim group)))

The mundane events of the day are punctuated by a series of daydreams in
which Mitty also fantasises that he is a famous surgeon, notorious murderer
on trial for his life and a WARTIME GENERAL.

In the final daydream, he faces a firing squad alone without a blindfold,
enigmatically smoking a cigarette.

The character has become a subject of fascination since the story's
publication, even prompting an article in a British medical journal
suggesting "Walter Mitty Syndrome" might be a clinical condition that
manifested itself in compulsive fantasising.

Yes ! I think we can assume that last paragraph is true. Gerry has "Walter
Mitty Syndrome" as well as his other mental health problems. Keep taking the
meds, boy.

 

Hit a nerve? In your dreams, mate.

 

His name's Mike Winwood and he's a British ex-grunt. In the
Australian army we occasionally find a use for the more intelligent
ones they send over here on exchange.

We put a leash on 'em and use them to sniff out IEDs. When they
explode, we know they've found one. They're not much good for
anything else...


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Onya bike

Gerry

 

No - I'm just fed up with your shit.

Does us ALL a favour and take a hike.

N/

 

Well don't read it then!

In my own time, mate, in my own time! I will decide when to leave.