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David McDonaldA balmy dark night in Honolulu. Had a good tough session at the Kyokushin dojo this evening; for once I was pleased by my training efforts. When the class was pau I stopped on the way to my car to listen to a group of 15 or 20 young Micronesians hanging out and singing hymns in a nearby park. Their voices came out of the darkness, a sweet Polynesian singsong from the women, virile harmony from the men. Such a peaceful sound. It was one of those "lucky you stay Hawaii" moments and it put me in the nicest mood. Got to thinking about how much I enjoy participating on this board and how I value the friendships both real-time and virtual that I have made, and that I am fortunate to be a part of this group of diverse, interesting and good people. Got home and eventually logged on to Net54. It's lights-out already on the Mainland. The board is quiet. The Marshall Barkman thing is at the top of the page. What's with this guy? Blowing the MB3 horn non-stop, insulting my friends left, right and crooked, sexist putdowns (ya kicked his okole, Joann), violent innuendoes, contributing nothing but aggro and graceless as a claw hammer. Forty years old and thinks the world is a mosh pit. How unbecoming and pathetic, a grandma in a mini-skirt. Too many guys like him in my world already. He's the guy in the boom car that runs all the red lights on Kal Highway. The guy that talks on his cellphone in the movie theatre. The guy that flips off old ladies. What is he doing on our board? What is the over/under on the number of hours left before he gets the hook? Get him the hell off of here. Enough already.