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General Category => General Radio Discussion => Topic started by: Taliaferro G. on July 16, 2012, 1842 UTC
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My name is Taliaferro Greaves. I'm and old SWL living in Virginia. I want to thank you for allowing me to join your group. Perhaps you've encountered my cousin,who uses the nom de guerre,Commander Bunny?
I've been asked by my nephew,Winston Greaves, and his cousin,Thumper Graves,to keep an eye on the "Commander". As he's often mentioned on this board,I thought this would be a good place to start. Also,this Fansome person he keeps going on about,seems to be a moderator here.
Any help you could give me regarding my poor cousin will be appreciated.
One last note,per the request of my brother, Mosby Greaves, is on how to handle him should you encounter him. The "Commander" responds to his old family nickname,"Peckerwood Pat". It seems to calm him. Feed him and put him on the bus to Norfolk. Mosby will pick him there and reimburse you for your expenses.
My family and I thank you.
Taliaferro Greaves of Union Hall
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Hmmmm....... I see the "Commander" has gone off again,re;his blog.
He seems to conveniently forget that our family were some of the largest slave owners in both Virgina and Kentucky? What do they say about pointing fingers? That four point back at you?
My dear cousin seems to have missed that critical lesson.
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L.M.F.A.O!!!!
Welcome!
Always happy to meet another one of Peckerwood Pat's relatives. They are a fount of useful information!
I think you'll be a great addition to this board!
I am the poet of whom he complains...
now also known as
"The Pope of Pirate Radio", since Commander promoted me.
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There goes the neighborhood...
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This place gets weirder by the day.
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Ahhhh.....so it's not poets in general?
From what my cousin says,you broadcast from your parents basement? So does the "Commander",or he did until they put him out for conduct unbecoming a member of the FFV. The incident involved the "Commander",a pygmy goat,and the "Commander's" late father discovering the two in what appeared to be a compromising position.
His daddy signed him up for the Marine Corps the next day.
It didn't cure him. He came back with a strange obsession with rabbits,primates,rodents and whatever a Fansome may be?
I'm worried the boy is heading for another breakdown. Watch your livestock.
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a peckerwood
isn't that a bird that beats it's head on a tree
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That would be a woodpecker,my clever young friend. A peckerwood is a term originated by Africans,brought here as slaves,for the low class White folks they encountered.
My cousin haunts the environs of the hamlet of Peckerwood Level,collecting cans and hubcaps along the roadside to sell to buy the cheap gin he so dearly loves. One of his cousins heard about it,combined with the "Commander's" talk radio name,and dubbed him "Peckerwood Pat". The name fit the "Commander" like an old pair of shoes.
Please let me know if he starts acting up again. The family has been contacted by a fellow of the Medical College of Virginia who wishes to study Cousin Peckerwood's brain. The first step is to catch him,so the Doc can remove it.
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I think he's too late.
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I think he's too late.
to much head banging on a tree huh ?!
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(As Shemp said just before he was hit in the face with a cream pie),
"What next?"