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To: Graystone who wrote (11255)	11/27/2004 4:10:17 AM
From: Graystone	Respond to of 12810

Another nomination or morons in a mob The whole idea of a mob is sickening, cyber mobs are the lowest form of behaviour. Out with the mob, looking for someone to hang, Wobbles can explain that they are just upset at Grainne because she didn't show respect for the group of people who were killed, even though they could be homicidal maniacs. This is a one of the fawning sycophants from the burning camp insisting that those who don't weep over the dead are wrong. Those who don't weep over the dead may want to save their tears until they are warranted. Not the mob, they have already assigned guilt and they are ready to start the crying. http://www.siliconinvestor.com/readmsg.aspx?msgid=20792814

To: Graystone who wrote (11255)	11/27/2004 4:12:31 AM
From: Jorj X Mckie	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12810

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