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          • November 14, 2011 10:04 pm
            My Uncle Rudy passed away this last weekend at the ripe old age of 92. He achieved a small bit of notoriety due to a bit part he had in popular TV show in the 1970’s and also from a ‘technique’ he’d developed that did everything from further robotic research to help control the population of wolves. Rudy was a M.D. in the U.S. Air Force during the Korean War and went Missing In Action in 1952. He was considered dead until he showed up one afternoon in 1959 at a family picnic in the park adorned in flowing red, white, and blue robes. Come to find out he’d taken refuge in a Buddhist monastery after his MASH unit was shelled and overrun by the North Koreans. The monks had hid him from the communist government because he was a doctor and a man of peace. He in turn taught them western medicine and learned many of their secrets. Once back in the states Rudy took a job at OSI (Office of Scientific Intelligence) where he did some groundbreaking work on incorporating Cybernetic technology with living organisms. It was there that he helped design, build and implement the first robotic implants in Vietnam vets in the early 1970’s. His most important subject was a test pilot that had been badly injured and would not have survived without major reconstructive surgery and the bionic implants. Rudy’s special technique came into play when the test pilot who had received the implants harmed himself because his bionic arm was so strong that he’d almost accidentally pulled off his own genitalia. That is when my Uncle began to work with him and taught him a subtle, telepathic friction technique for masturbation. His technique was highly successful and the subject suffered no further incidence. His techniques were also employed for astronauts, The French Foreign Legion, and subjects that spent a long time in isolation. By the late 1980’s Rudy had retired and was living in a remote cabin in the Alaskan wilderness when he was once again called into action. This time it was packs of wolves were overtaking the countryside because they no longer had any natural predators and were protected from hunters. The governments answer was to simply have a yearly kill to thin the pack. Luckily, Rudy was able to make telepathic contact with the wolf pack leader through a Reichian apparatus and copious amounts of mescaline. Once the wolves learned Rudy’s special techniques their numbers not only decreased but they in turn become less aggressive. Uncle Rudy was one helluva man and will be dearly missed, but he lived a long wonderful life and his techniques and knowledge live on.

            My Uncle Rudy passed away this last weekend at the ripe old age of 92. He achieved a small bit of notoriety due to a bit part he had in popular TV show in the 1970’s and also from a ‘technique’ he’d developed that did everything from further robotic research to help control the population of wolves.

            Rudy was a M.D. in the U.S. Air Force during the Korean War and went Missing In Action in 1952. He was considered dead until he showed up one afternoon in 1959 at a family picnic in the park adorned in flowing red, white, and blue robes. Come to find out he’d taken refuge in a Buddhist monastery after his MASH unit was shelled and overrun by the North Koreans. The monks had hid him from the communist government because he was a doctor and a man of peace. He in turn taught them western medicine and learned many of their secrets.

            Once back in the states Rudy took a job at OSI (Office of Scientific Intelligence) where he did some groundbreaking work on incorporating Cybernetic technology with living organisms. It was there that he helped design, build and implement the first robotic implants in Vietnam vets in the early 1970’s. His most important subject was a test pilot that had been badly injured and would not have survived without major reconstructive surgery and the bionic implants. Rudy’s special technique came into play when the test pilot who had received the implants harmed himself because his bionic arm was so strong that he’d almost accidentally pulled off his own genitalia. That is when my Uncle began to work with him and taught him a subtle, telepathic friction technique for masturbation. His technique was highly successful and the subject suffered no further incidence. His techniques were also employed for astronauts, The French Foreign Legion, and subjects that spent a long time in isolation.

            By the late 1980’s Rudy had retired and was living in a remote cabin in the Alaskan wilderness when he was once again called into action. This time it was packs of wolves were overtaking the countryside because they no longer had any natural predators and were protected from hunters. The governments answer was to simply have a yearly kill to thin the pack. Luckily, Rudy was able to make telepathic contact with the wolf pack leader through a Reichian apparatus and copious amounts of mescaline. Once the wolves learned Rudy’s special techniques their numbers not only decreased but they in turn become less aggressive.

            Uncle Rudy was one helluva man and will be dearly missed, but he lived a long wonderful life and his techniques and knowledge live on.

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