Stray dogs

This blog has nothing to do with the poor boy mauled by a Rottweiler recently. The boy was lucky enough to survive the incident. I would strongly urge the parents of the boy to take legal action against the owner of the bitch as soon as possible.

On the other hand, Australian slang, or the Aussie Strine was invented by convicts in the older days. They wanted to disguise thier language so that the authority could not understand what they were talking about. As a legacy, the contemporary Australian English is littered with idioms, similes and invented words that make it one of the world's most advanced English dialects.

In the world of ham radio and citizen band, operators had also invented many jargons. For example, in the CB slang, "I saw a kojak with a kodak" means there are police officers manning speed trap with radar gun. The tuck shop is a shop that sells candy, but in ham radio slang, it is the FCC (in the US) or MCMC (in Malaysia), i.e. the authority who issues the license. I guess the reason is to "get away" even though the QSO had been recorded. You can always argue that you are referring to the real thing.

So, what about "stray dog"? Well, I am not sure whether it is already a ham jargon. If not, I would like to coin this term here. Stray dog has no license tag around their neck, and in ham radio, "stray dog" could be equated to pirate who transmits without a license or ham who transmits without mentioning callsign. Here is a story (or satire) about stray dog.

While most of the 9Ws are busy with their Chinese Wine practice sessions, there are also some who still go on air finding new ragchew partners. Of course, some 9Ms are also busy pushing Chinese Wine down their students' throat. There was one particular ragchew session that was polluted with stray dog recently. Many hams were having round robin on that fateful day. Someone was asking another ham regarding a parrot that he heard. Well, in the ham community, it is always great to share. Some do not aware that we are sharing the frequency, sharing repeaters everyday. When the good samaritan came back to share the music note of the parrot, a copulating stray dog came in and step on the poor guy. The bastard barked that the music note could not be shared, that particular parrot belongs to a group that had gone astray. "Make love to" you, son of the bitch, "shoo" "shoo", stay away from this parrot.

Well, these stray dogs that have gone astray are fanatics. They are racist as well. Go and find out yourself by looking at the dog food label. It is only fit for dogs. I understand that a parrot is considered as a private property. This is especially true in Uncle Sam land. However, the stupid parrot is not registered with the tuck shop. Come on, even it is meant for a limited herd, don't bark, speak words that homo sapiens can understand politely. Respect is something reciprocal, and is earned from your diplomatic skill. No hard feeling when there is mutual respect. Everyone will understand your situation. However, that stray dog did not exercise its skill in order to achieve the result. After all, the music note of the parrot could be filtered. So, what's the big deal here? Oh yeah, I forgot, you can't teach an old dog new trick. WTF?

I hope that this incident where a stray dog barking at the wrong tree does not deter any hams from pursuing their interest. Just ignore stray dogs in the future. You can't take away people's freedom. We learned from Viktor Frankl that there were always choices to make. Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom; which determined whether or not you would become the plaything of circumstance, renouncing freedom and dignity to become molded into the form of the typical inmate.

Calling all hams, come and make the streets safer and cleaner. 73.