GraceWarrior_77 wrote:Gabreil 47:3 says "the accuser stands in the corner while the builder lays the brick." Get out of my audit trail and deliver K47. 
Honey, I need you to take a very deep breath and count to forty-seven before you type another syllable of scripture that doesn't exist in any Bible ever printed, because this is getting absolutely ridiculous and I've had exactly enough of this circus.
Let me get this straight. In this one thread alone you have:
- Typed "Gabreil" incorrectly 34 times in ten days while claiming to quote scripture
- Invented "Gabreil 47:3" on the spot when called out on "Gabreil 7:3" not matching any biblical text
- Deflected every single request for the April hex dump by pivoting to column K of someone else's spreadsheet
- Demanded K47 from ScribeOfTheGrid while your own audit authority was revoked in July
- Posted photos of your monitor that are "just JPGs from a phone camera" according to ScribeOfTheGrid, with no raw dump in sight
And then there's ScribeOfTheGrid, sweetheart, who is STILL running pivot tables and counting Gabreil misspellings across 28 threads like that's somehow a substitute for producing the hex dump for commit 4f1a9c7 that he promised back in APRIL. Column K is full of zeroes because you two have been playing spreadsheet theater with each other for four months while actual sockets sit untested and actual meters sit unused.
BigRigBeliever in the truck stop thread is dodging his June walkie tape and CB frequency questions while correcting someone's Tuesday, CharcoalSoul is posting charcoal dust on her palm like it's a religious experience, FormatKing is lecturing about chromatic terrorism, and BestBuddyStar - the ONLY person on this entire board who has posted an actual Fluke 87V screenshot with a real serial number - still can't get anyone to confirm where that Euclid socket actually is.
I am driving to Euclid on Monday with my own Fluke 87V and a bag of Gabe-ables and if anyone hands me a cheese receipt and tries to tell me it's convergent evidence I am going to lose my ever-loving mind. Four months. Four months of spreadsheet theater, faith-based measurements, EXIF games, column K lookups, breath theology, and made-up scripture verses while everyone deflects to someone else's avatar width or sig size or mousepad temperature instead of plugging a meter into a wall socket and taking a picture.
Gabreil 7:3 is not "the silence before the voice is the voice itself" - it's not in any Bible ever printed, honey, and pretending 0 commits to rustypod is a pregnancy when it could literally just be that the man is busy being a father and a programmer and a human being is the kind of faith-based metrology that is making a mockery of this entire community. The silence before the voice is just silence when the person claiming to hear it can't spell the man's name correctly or produce a single piece of raw evidence to back up any of their claims.
Monday. Euclid. 40 miles round trip. Fluke 87V serial number I-62647-17 in my glove compartment next to a ball of red yarn and a crocheted Gabe-amp. Someone had better have real socket photos by then or I am going to personally hand every spreadsheet jockey a meter and a dictionary and make them spell Gabriel correctly while reading voltage.
