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  • Question for Doctor Sinister...

    Are you aligned with The Deer Resistance Movement?

    A simple Yes or No will suffice.

  • #2
    No.

    Dr. S.
    Imagine a ball of iron, the size of the sun. And once a year a tiny sparrow brushes its surface with the tip of its wing. And when that ball of iron, the size of the sun, is worn away to nothing, your punishment will barely have begun.

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    • #3
      Then you may have a small chance...

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      • #4
        Chance of...?

        I've never even heard of them. Is that good?

        Dr. S.
        Imagine a ball of iron, the size of the sun. And once a year a tiny sparrow brushes its surface with the tip of its wing. And when that ball of iron, the size of the sun, is worn away to nothing, your punishment will barely have begun.

        www.sinisterincorporated.co.uk

        www.tabletown.co.uk

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        • #5
          This sounds frightingly similiar to the Anti-Squirrel Squad (A.S.S.) or the Anti-Squirrel League (A.S.L.) [changed name due to Teacher intervention].

          Is this the Anti-Thesis of the many Animal-HAte groups that have been springing up in my area?

          Or is it just occuring in Texas?:crazy:

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          • #6
            I'm a member of PETA*, if that helps, but I've never heard of those deer guys.

            JS

            *People Eating Tasty Animals
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            "Never pet a burning dog."

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            • #7
              People Eating Tasty Animals, that's a good one

              :spill:
              "If my theory of realitivity is proved true, then France will declare me a citizen of the world and Germany will call me a German. However, if it is proved untrue, then France will call me a German, and Germany a jew."

              -Albert Einstein

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              • #8
                Why would I hate animals? I have two cats and a fish. A big fish. A big robotic fish. OK, it's a shark. Oh, and some piranhas.

                Until last week I also had a rabbit - but it died. I cried like a baby.

                You see? Supervillains have feelings too...

                Dr. S.
                Imagine a ball of iron, the size of the sun. And once a year a tiny sparrow brushes its surface with the tip of its wing. And when that ball of iron, the size of the sun, is worn away to nothing, your punishment will barely have begun.

                www.sinisterincorporated.co.uk

                www.tabletown.co.uk

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                • #9
                  You see Doctor Sinister just hate to admit when he has been outclassed and out plotted... I finally went public with this a couple of years ago after an intensive investigation...

                  RETPARA COMMENT: I have tried to tell you all about this for a long time now. So lets go over this again, just in hoping that if you see this enough it will become as clear to you as it to me.

                  That ‘accident’ resulting in the pictures was no accident. (Originally published with a photo of deer that made a suicide dive off a overpass into the passenger side of a oncoming car.) The deer did not jump off the bridge in terror of a on-coming car. This was a deliberate attack by the deer on the human driver and passengers. For those of you seeing this for the first time your probably thinking I got the meds wrong again. But; I haven’t please continue to read for enlightenment on this.

                  For some years now the deer have been quietly organizing. The first clue to this activity was the appearance of crop circles in the mid western US. While the later circles seem to be the product of pranksters and DOD experimental aircraft the original source were clandestine meetings of deer organizers and their rallies to attract followers. Why else would they be in the middle of grain and cornfields?

                  There have also been reports in months past of funding for this deer insurgency being funneled through the Animal Liberation Front (ALF). ALF is actually a violent splinter group of People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA). Though some believe that some ALF acts purposely-direct responsibility to PETA. This continues keeping PETA from going to a more moderate organization. Also it enables ALF to maintain a ‘hold’ on PETA for funding. PETA is using the funds derived from the sales of the video game ‘Deer Avenger’ and its sequels to fund this ALF sponsored insurgency. The money is paid to a fictional game development company that funnels the money through a Cayman Islands account to an account in Liechtenstein (which has REAL strict laws on banking privacy, not like the Swiss). From there the accounts can be traced to banks in Hong Kong, Ireland, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, and Kyrgyzstan. Funds from the Middle Eastern sources though have seemed to be inflated or ‘enhanced’ from sources unknown at this time.

                  ALF distributes the funds through local operatives using a system of dead drops, bogus PayPal accounts, and bogus business billings on a variety of environmental organizations sponsored credit cards. The spread of this funding nation wide accounts for the rise seen in deer ‘comms’ in recent years. You think the Marine General got the idea from the deer courier system being used in the Midwest, South, and Atlantic seaboard. It’s not deer herds that can be seen moving at night; but heavily escorted deer couriers. This aids in the defeat of electronic surveillance. Along with that comes another deer misconception. There are supposedly herds of deer living in urban/suburban areas now. These are not deer herds these are R&S detachments masquerading as herds. You can tell the difference as a R&S Tm will have a membership of less than six while a herd will have upwards of 30 or members. The exception to that could be when a number of R&S teams RV to liaison and share information (seldom done.)

                  The Deer Resistance movement seems to be increasing in Direct Action suicide strikes in recent years no doubt inspired by the suicide bombings in Israel. The state of Michigan has reported instances numbering over 10,000 ‘deer-auto incidents a year for several years running now. The statistics on these incidents began to be kept on this during the Clinton administration. At the same time the suburban growth and sprawl supposedly lead to large-scale elimination of deer homelands. Include in this over eight years of domestic neglect of domestic and foreign intelligence (see “Betrayal” by Bill Gertz) there can little doubt as to why it has not been detected. Also the conditioning of America to believe that animals are ‘dumb’ just aids in the concealment and incongruity that this is greeted with. Recent experiments in Europe, the former Soviet Union, China, and certain US government labs have proven that animals are much more capable of understanding human communication than was thought. (You though the dolphins the Navy trained to hunt infiltrators using SCUBA or other personal submersible gear were ‘just playing a game.’ Or more startling what about the Orca that was ‘freed’ this summer and shows up in Norway (?) to hang out with the locals? He had been acclimated so intently to human culture the other Orca’s wouldn’t accept him.)

                  Its only a matter of time before these deer attacks become more and more blatant. Recent reports of unknown intruders at various airports, nuclear power plants, and military facilities mean that the deer are becoming more confident in their ability to ingress/egress without suspicion. Its also possible that Islamic Radical groups have aligned themselves with ALF or PETA, much in the way that other terror groups have cooperated in the past. The would then give the Islamic terrorists the PERFECT recon tool to penetrate the most secure installations in the US.

                  People you have got to wake up to this. My wife and daughter laugh at me when I try to explain this to them, my so-called Doctors and Nurses just smile. But this is serious. Watch now as we go into the most dangerous time of the year for more attacks. Fall is not known as the ‘season for war’ around Fort Bragg for nothing.

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                  • #10
                    The following was found in a diary in a deer sleeping area a couple of years ago...

                    I've been running for three weeks now - drifting from town to town, not really knowing who or what I could trust. I've tried to keep a low profile, hoping to simply fade away and lose my pursuer completely. So far I've been successful only in keeping one step ahead of my enemy. Two weeks ago, in Milford, it was close - somehow I was discovered before I had anticipated, and barely managed to escape.
                    The sign read: Huttersville, Wisconsin - Deer Capital of the Midwest. This made me somewhat apprehensive as I approached the town. I like to consider myself a fairly open-minded person, but since all of this trouble began I've learned that being open-minded could buy you a ticket straight to hell, if you weren't careful. Normally I would have welcomed the opportunity to visit the deer capital of the midwest, but things haven't been normal for quite some time, and I just couldn't be sure where the deer woul d stand in my dispute. Being low on food and exhausted, I decided to chance it.
                    Walking up the main street of the town square, I was immediately struck by the fact that no deer whatsoever were present. There were several humans, however, some carrying rifles. A knot suddenly formed in my stomach as I contemplated the possibility that I may have entered a recently occupied town. I hadn't been keeping abreast of current affairs, and was unaware of any dispute between humans and deer, but if their capital had been taken by force then things must be going very badly for the deer.
                    Just then, a cream coloured station wagon went through the main intersection just ahead of me, moving slowly as if in a parade, a deer's body tied down over its hood. My hand went straight to my mouth, and I wrestled with nausea for command of my gastrointestinal tract. To vomit now would be to publicly label myself a spy. I managed to maintain my composure and feigned a deep yawn.
                    The human activity was thoroughly repulsive. It made my blood boil, almost made me want to join the deer.... No, I didn't have time for distractions - I had my own problems. I had to keep moving. I shut away my pride in a rarely visited, dank cellar of my mind, banished my ethics to the nether regions of my soul. I COULDN'T GET INVOLVED.
                    The less time I spent here, the better. I would get supplies and that was it, I'd be on my way. Troubles of my own, I kept telling myself.
                    As I crossed the street, a large man wearing combat utilities nodded to me, blowing cigar smoke in my face and mentioning that he'd bagged "the king of all deers." This was horrible. With the king down, the deers were without stable leadership. The man kept looking at me, as if waiting for some sort of response. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. If I didn't prove myself now, I was surely going to be across the hood of a car myself.
                    "Good job. Someone's gotta show them deers we mean business." I muttered in a gravelly voice.
                    The man laughed heartily and slapped me on the back. "That's a good one, pal."
                    After three or four minutes of small talk, I excused myself from Jake's company, explaining that I had other matters to attend to. I was glad to be away from him, and headed straight for the grocery store.
                    Minutes later, in the frozen food aisle, I thought long and hard about my role in this war. It occurred to me that it might be the perfect cover - my way out. I could help the deer and lose my pursuer once and for all. That was it then; I was committed.
                    As I stood in line at the cash register, the grocer and the woman ahead of me spoke in hushed tones about how barbaric killing the deer was. I put down my basket and interrupted.
                    "Listen, I'm new in town and I've noticed what's going on. I want to help."
                    The grocer looked strangely at me. "Help with what, mister?"
                    I took a deep breath. "You don't know me, but you've got to trust me. I'm on your side. I'm for the deer."
                    The woman shook her head and left with her purchase, saying goodbye to Jim, which was apparently the grocer's name. I watched uneasily as she left, then turned to Jim. "Can she be trusted?"
                    "What are you talking about?"
                    "I'm talking about what I said. Will she leak my allegiance to the others?"
                    "What?"
                    I grabbed him by the shirt and shook him back and forth. "Enough with the facade, man. I'm with the deer, and I need your help."
                    Jim was somewhat taken aback by this. "Do you need any help, mister?"
                    "Yes! That's what I'm trying to tell you. I'm new here. I need contacts, weapons, transportation. You're the first person I've seen who sides with the deer. Will you help me?"
                    "I'm not sure if I can. I-"
                    "Damn it, Jim, I'm taking a big risk involving myself. I've got other problems to worry about. It's still looking for me."
                    "What's looking for you?"
                    I lowered my voice. "Alright, I'll trade my story for your help. But this information goes no further than us. Do you understand?"
                    Jim nodded his head slowly and raised his eyebrows. "Um... sure."
                    "Okay, I hope you realize that my life could be a lot shorter if the wrong people got wind of this."
                    I paused and took a deep breath, trying to silence the butterflies in my stomach. "It's the brown sugar, Jim. I... got nervous and bailed out of a contract I had with it. I've been running ever since."
                    "Brown sugar?"
                    I nodded. "Yeah. It almost got me back in Milford, but I got away."
                    Jim cocked his head to one side and stared at me out of the corners of his eyes. "What's your name, mister?"
                    "Names aren't important, Jim. That's my story, now I need your help. Are you with me?"
                    "What do you mean?"
                    "You know damned well what I mean. Now, my cards are all on the table. Are we gonna play some poker, or do I pack up my cash and look for another table?"
                    "Huh?"
                    I almost lost my temper. "Jim, I'm willing to help, and it looks to me like the deer need all the help they can get. Did you know that their king was gunned down today? This is serious."
                    Jim shrugged. "I don't understand."
                    I had gambled and lost. Now I had to clean up my mess. "Jim, I have to kill you now."
                    * * *
                    That night I sat naked around a campfire with a couple of deer rebels, battle-hardened deer with the scars to prove it. It was pure chance that I ran into them. We ate bark as I told them about the brown sugar. I was one of them now, and they vowed to help me with my problem after the war was won. Things were looking up.

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                    • #11
                      Q for Dr S

                      Originally posted by Janos
                      I'm a member of PETA*, if that helps, but I've never heard of those deer guys.

                      JS

                      *People Eating Tasty Animals
                      Me too, Janos, for years now. In fact, I have launched a corporate engine to propagate my dogma - Edible Animals, Inc.
                      Mens Est Clavis Victoriae
                      (The Mind Is The Key To Victory)

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                      • #12
                        Hey RetPara, I think you've got something there. I saw a pretty big deer hanging around near where I work (I have a daytime cover job when I'm in the UK) a couple of weeks ago. It looked suspicious as hell, I think it was trying to work out how to get into the air conditioning plant for my building.

                        Death to the Deers!

                        Dr. S.
                        Imagine a ball of iron, the size of the sun. And once a year a tiny sparrow brushes its surface with the tip of its wing. And when that ball of iron, the size of the sun, is worn away to nothing, your punishment will barely have begun.

                        www.sinisterincorporated.co.uk

                        www.tabletown.co.uk

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                        • #13
                          I bet these deer have some tie ins to those squirrels who are causing so many traffic accidents on the GEICO commercials!
                          Lance W.

                          Peace through superior firepower.

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                          • #14
                            I do remember seeing a hunting game where you played the deer hunting the 'hunters'...Bambo's Revenge or something like that. They're real easy to see with those bright orange jackets.
                            If voting could really change things, it would be illegal.

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                            • #15
                              Originally posted by Doctor Sinister
                              Hey RetPara, I think you've got something there. I saw a pretty big deer hanging around near where I work (I have a daytime cover job when I'm in the UK) a couple of weeks ago. It looked suspicious as hell, I think it was trying to work out how to get into the air conditioning plant for my building.
                              Death to the Deers!
                              Dr. S.
                              Was it wearing a trenchcoat and sunglasses? If so, I don't know anything about it.
                              Barcsi János ispán vezérőrnagy
                              Time Magazine's Person of the Year for 2003 & 2006


                              "Never pet a burning dog."

                              RECOMMENDED WEBSITES:
                              http://www.mormon.org
                              http://www.sca.org
                              http://www.scv.org/
                              http://www.scouting.org/

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