Red Badger
Since May 10, 2004

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Live along the Gulf Coast Red-neck Riviera of Florida.

Avid FOUNDATION SERIES, DUNE and Atlas Shrugged fan

Favorite authors: Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein, Frank Herbert and Ayn Rand......

Am of Asian ascent, but that's as far as it goes. I was raised in Mississippi, and thus have a Deep Southern accent.

I once had a Chinese co-worker lady, name Mai, who stared at me all day. I finally asked her, "Mai, why do you stare at me all day long like that?"

"I stare at you, because you puzzle."

"Me? How am I a puzzle?"

"You puzzle because you look Oriental, but you no sound Oriental!"


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About my name, Red Badger. I was given this name by none other than the National Security Agency (NSA) itself, also known as The No Such Agency.

While on a field service call to repair some equipment we had sold them, at Ft. George Mead outside Washington D.C., I had to go through a fairly complicated system of locked doors and hallways, reminiscent of the opening sequence of the old 60's Get Smart TV show, starring Don Adams, as Agent 86.

Since the equipment I was to work on was located in a very sensitive area, I had to pass through a room full of people at desks in cubicles doing whatever they do at the NSA when they're not watching porn or eavesdropping on the Kardashians (like there's difference?).

Anyway, I had to wear a RED BADGE and be escorted AT ALL TIMES (even in the restroom!) while I was there. We came to the door of this room and my escort had me wait in the hallway while he opened the cipher-lock, and flipped on a switch that turned on a rotating red light like is on top of a police car or firetruck.

Then he yelled out loud, so everyone in the room could hear: RED BADGER IN THE AREA! ...RED BADGER IN THE AREA! ...RED BADGER IN THE AREA! ...Three times.

There was an immediate sound of chairs and papers rustling from inside the room. The people had to turn off their computer monitors or cover them with newspapers so that as I passed through the room I would no perchance to see what was displayed upon them (thankfully).

The equipment I had to work upon was located in the next room on the other side of this one. Each time we passed through this room, both ways, we had to perform this same scenario, several times that day. It became amusing to be the focus of such silly activity.

From that day forward I decided that I would use the name Red Badger for my own....................................