Howard Johnson Replication Tube Claim

[TinselKoala]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvpTXdWAd1M

@TK....

you are the king man....hands-down....

@Mylow....

the only thing left for you is independent verification....someone with credentials....

what's taking so long?

meanwhile, Sterling needs a 'spin-doctor'....

ouch

I HEREBY DEMAND TO BE AWARDED STERLING"S PRIZE FOR THE FIRST TRUE ACCURATE REPLICATION OF MYLOW"S MOTOR.

Or to have explained to me, in words a simple man can understand, why I don't get it.

[RunningBare]

@Sterling Allan

If you are reading this, stand up and be a man, admit that you were fooled along with many of us, if you go down the road of MiB now with Mylow then your going to lose what credibility you have left, Peswiki while misguided in many things is still a good resource for people who want to experiment and find out for themselves, don't ruin it for them.

[ramset]

Nyctuber

Not just any guy, and its NOTHING [did I say NOTHING] like Mylows design

READ      http://www.energeticforum.com/renewable-energy/4191-ricks-pipe-dream-magnetic-motor-generator.html
Chet

[ramset]

TK
Very good [and true]
Chet

[TinselKoala]

Of course, and I'm sure (well at least i hope) that many have now learnt that lesson. So overall this whole saga may have helped people become a little more objective, lol I'm ever the optimist!

Mondrasek. (Who to his enduring credit came around.)
Archer (spit on the floor) Quinn.
The vanished "LTSpice shows overunity" from a square wave oscillator thread...gone without a trace.
And these are just the ones that I personally have participated in.

Teachers, by Leonard Cohen:

I met a woman long ago
her hair the black that black can go,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no.
I met a girl across the sea,
her hair the gold that gold can be,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Yes, but not for thee.

I met a man who lost his mind
in some lost place I had to find,
follow me the wise man said,
but he walked behind.

I walked into a hospital
where none was sick and none was well,
when at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.

Morning came and then came noon,
dinner time a scalpel blade
lay beside my silver spoon.

Some girls wander by mistake
into the mess that scalpels make.
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to break.

One morning I woke up alone,
the hospital and the nurses gone.
Have I carved enough my Lord?
Child, you are a bone.

I ate and ate and ate,
no I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers cost?
We'll take it out in hate.

I spent my hatred everyplace,
on every work on every face,
someone gave me wishes
and I wished for an embrace.

Several girls embraced me, then
I was embraced by men,
Is my passion perfect?
No, do it once again.

I was handsome I was strong,
I knew the words of every song.
Did my singing please you?
No, the words you sang were wrong.

Who is it whom I address,
who takes down what I confess?
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to rest.

Oh teachers are my lessons done?
I cannot do another one.
They laughed and laughed and said, Well child,
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?