Rim Semiconductor Company (fka RSMI)

[superman2512]

W# ,7+6(…..!ee*$*??

[GaryInPB]

...broken dreams. Broken promises. Broken homes. Broken lives. Broken souls.

[$Money Bags$]

Ha, Rim Semi was my first big otc gainer. At one point I was up $75k. It was also the first time I'd seen a real pump and dump. I thought, they sponsored a team they must be real. Lol

[GrooveMaster]

I reread all the press releases a few years back to try to understand why I dropped so much money in this and left myself off the hook after that. Why did you think production was coming here if you can recall?

[GrooveMaster]

Somebody ripped us all off pretty good!!!

[GrooveMaster]

I didn't know we were both in this!

[GrooveMaster]

Did you notice the Ganga stocks I am in? I am surprised you are not in any....good call on CAT by the way!!

[goldrusher]

No idea on Cupria, but good to see the ol' GrooveMsster is still posting.

[GrooveMaster]

Does anyone ever know what happened to Cupria?

[GaryInPB]

“If anyone has evidence that one of our directors or staff members has violated our policy, we welcome him or her to contact us,” Ketch wrote in his email.

To which I would reply....

The way to know if certain people are lying is if their lips are moving. (Or in this situation Brad... typing.)

[excel]

Hey Brad!

You having INTEGRITY problems again?

Some people in this article seem to be implying that.

What a surprise to the rest of us to hear this eh?

I guess no one there in your hometown lost $$$$ on that SCAM RSMI eh?

Somehow they all made money or how could you have got this position?

I'm confused how that works?

Why didn't anyone do any homework before entrusting you again?

Your response below is just like old times isn't it?

You have a "Conflict of Interest Policy".

Well isn't that special!

I guess the families that lost loved ones and the families ripped apart because you worship at the altar of $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ might have an issue with you not paying back $$$$$ that wasn't earned.

Last time we talked I encouraged you to repent and make things right.

We've all messed up in life some worse than others.

One thing none of us though no matter what we've done in life can escape is JUDGEMENT day.

Isn't time to make it right Brad?

I still hold out hope for you.

But it has to start with repentance.



http://www.advocate-online.net/asking-affordable-housing/

Duran also cites a potential conflict of interest as problematic. In an Oct. 10 email, she wrote that “Brad Ketch, the CEO of Rockwood CDC, is also the owner of a private contract company. [He] will benefit from the gentrification of Rockwood. If this project goes through rent will skyrocket causing the displacement of families.”

She goes on to describe gentrification as “the erasure of culture, its displacement… gentrification is rich white people coming into a neighborhood, a neighborhood with less resources than other communities, and basically trying to make a business and turn a profit off a low-income community.”

CEO: no conflicts

Ketch responded to the Advocate regarding conflicts of interest: “Several members of our board and staff have businesses, family relationships, and other board seats that could pose potential conflicts of interest. Our (Rockwood Rising) Board of Directors has a written Conflict of Interest Policy… At this time, the board knows of no violations of our policy.

“If anyone has evidence that one of our directors or staff members has violated our policy, we welcome him or her to contact us,” Ketch wrote in his email.

[excel]

Merry CHRISTmas to you all!



Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted so bad that year for Christmas.

We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. So after supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible; instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight."

I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my
boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy.

When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me."

The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.

When we had exchanged the sideboards Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" "

You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked.

The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "why?"

"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jacey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him.

We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked.

"Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jacey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us. It shouldn't have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?"

"Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"

Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.

"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said, then he turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring enough in to last for a while. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up."

I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy filled my soul that I'd never known before. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two older brothers and two older sisters were all married and had moved away.

Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will."

Out on the sled I felt warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

[excel]

Hey Brad how is spending other people's hard earned money going?
Almost out?
Time to make an HONEST living yet?
Do you need help figuring out what the word honest means?

I read this article and I thought of you.

An over paid CEO who even after being over paid he thought he was ..... drum roll please ..... Your Best in Class comedy routine worth another 30K! LOLOLOLOL!!!





Mayor Durkan is replacing Seattle’s highest-paid employee
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BY MYNORTHWEST.COM
DECEMBER 4, 2017 AT 3:11 PM


Seattle will soon say goodbye to its highest-paid employee.

“Running for office and looking at what changes need to be made in the city … it was clear to me that (Seattle) City Light is one of the most important where we needed to make a change,” Seattle Mayor Jenny Durkan said Monday. “I talked with the director in terms of what my expectations were. We made a mutual decision that he would resign.”

One week into her role as Seattle mayor, Durkan is not only charged with replacing the city’s police chief, but also the CEO of Seattle City Light.

The utility’s CEO, Larry Weis, is Seattle’s highest-paid employee, earning $340,000 annually. That’s double former Mayor Ed Murray’s salary (Murray hired Weiss in 2016). Weis can also earn an 8 percent bonus — about $30,000 — if he receives a good performance review. Crosscut reports that Weis’ self-evaluation submitted last March indicated he felt that he earned the bonus.

[excel]

Their MOTHER!

The GOD card was used BIG TIME!

Glad I'm not in their shoes. Or should I say soul? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.

[goldrusher]

Excel....you are talking about fine Christian men that even sold
out their own families!!!

[excel]

I know quite a few people that the SEC should be sending a check to.

I know one person an insider who worked for them who sent me the PDF of pages and pages of evidence of FRAUD with this stock but some how the SEC did ZIP about the FACTS laid out for them from an insider who spent countless hours doing the RIGHT THING!

I'll let you people figure out the reasons why the SEC did nothing.

Give you a big hint!

Sure wasn't due to lack of evidence!

But hey people dying, marriages in ruins, houses lost, list goes on and on from the FRAUD that went on here.

I thank the good LORD for JUDGEMENT day!

I'm far from a saint but I sure am no where near what went on here.

Hows that money spending for you???

Hows your health?

Was it worth it?

I know you all still check this page.

You all are as predictable as any other CON MAN!







SEC Awards Nearly $4 Million to Whistleblower
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
2017-84
Washington D.C., April 25, 2017—

The Securities and Exchange Commission today announced an award of nearly $4 million to a whistleblower who tipped the agency with detailed and specific information about serious misconduct and provided additional assistance during the ensuing investigation, including industry-specific knowledge and expertise.

“Not only did this whistleblower step forward and report suspicious conduct, but continued to help after we opened our investigation,” said Jane Norberg, Chief of the SEC’s Office of the Whistleblower. “Whistleblowers with specialized experience or expertise can help us expend fewer resources in our investigations and bring enforcement actions more efficiently.”

Approximately $153 million has now been awarded to 43 whistleblowers who became eligible for an award after voluntarily providing the SEC with original and useful information that led to successful enforcement actions.

SEC enforcement actions from whistleblower tips have resulted in more than $953 million in financial remedies against wrongdoers.

By law, the SEC protects the confidentiality of whistleblowers and does not disclose information that might directly or indirectly reveal a whistleblower’s identity. Whistleblower awards can range from 10 percent to 30 percent of the money collected when the monetary sanctions exceed $1 million. All payments are made out of an investor protection fund established by Congress that is financed entirely through monetary sanctions paid to the SEC by securities law violators. No money has been taken or withheld from harmed investors to pay whistleblower awards.

For more information about the whistleblower program and how to report a tip, visit www.sec.gov/whistleblower.

[GaryInPB]

No. I'm still here.

Yes, I wanted to punch your lights out - at first. In fact, until "My Guy" explained how you knew where I lived I was very concerned that I was being played...... AGAIN.

Once I realized you weren't "The Bad Guy" I started to come to my senses, and locate my bearing. And.... realize that in fact, I had been played.

I was naive, gullible, and far too trusting. However; I have nobody to blame but myself.

Sad. Hard lesson in life.

[goldrusher]

A few more nostalgia names.

427Cobra
Gloomis
Mayu (the mother of the chief scamster, but a fine person)Her sister and brother-in-law came to visit at my house and were great
people. I couldn't believe they could be related to Ray
Sidhaaman
IOwnSomeNVEI
jjz34
wheels
Shazaam

Many on these two lists are folks that I would like to have met,
but several of them may have wanted to punch my lights out.

[goldrusher]

Nostalgia time........how many of you remember these names?

Porsha and pengy
Spokeshave
Beachbrake
Groovemaster
McCloud
Buy~low
ElderWolf
GaryinPB
halston
WHP03
doughjo
iamshazzam
Excel



and, oh so many more. Anyone still in touch with the above?
I am still in touch with Excel, but seem to have lost the others.

[excel]

Merry Christmas ............


Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted so bad that year for Christmas.

We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. So after supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible; instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight."

I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my
boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy.

When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me."

The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.

When we had exchanged the sideboards Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" "

You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked.

The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "why?"

"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jacey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him.

We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked.

"Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jacey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us. It shouldn't have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?"

"Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"

Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.

"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said, then he turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring enough in to last for a while. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up."

I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy filled my soul that I'd never known before. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two older brothers and two older sisters were all married and had moved away.

Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will."

Out on the sled I felt warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

[excel]

Had no idea myself.

[flopflip]

This song Alice's Restaurant is based on true events I didn't know that until today!

[excel]

The other one I think is a classic is ............

[excel]

Here you go ...........

[flopflip]

Today is Alice's Restaurant day or Thanksgiving day back when there was still hope for this company. For the good times. Flopflip

[excel]

I'd be giving nothing but speculation on that so no answer there cause that would be slander which I have never done on these boards.

That being said ...........

Think on how many other scammers have stayed out of prison?

This isn't a unique situation ....... just more names on a list that is thousands of names long that didn't receive justice due.

Take heart in the fact .......... they will reap what they have sown.

We all reap what we have sown.

We all have made mistakes in our lives.

There is a difference though if those mistakes just effected us, or hundreds of people.

[austin01]

excel, how did they get away with this with no repercussions from authorities?

[excel]

I'll give you my answer.

Brad and the rest of the CON'S are done spending our money so yes it's done.

If they aren't already they will be reaping what they have sown.

[austin01]

goldrusher, I'm not mad at you. Is this company officially done?

[goldrusher]

Hey, Austin, long time no hear from you. Are you still mad at me???
Just remember that I started warning the folks here that this was a
scam when the SP was $28.

[excel]

nvxe

[austin01]

What was the company RSMI named before NVEI? Or was NVEI the original company name for RSMI?

[excel]

Unreal. The IRS are right there with Brad & Ray when it comes to pond scum.

Know this ............ and I'm not saying it to make you nor I feel better.

I have made plenty of mistakes in my life ....... but ........ RIPPING people off, LYING to them, spending money that wasn't mine to spend is not on that mistake list.

They will REAP what they have SOWN!

[goldrusher]

flopflip...I WISH I could share my correspondence file with RSMI board.
There are some truly tear-jerking horror stories of total savings,
retirement monies, college funds and life style altering losses. And
most of the huge losses were not because of faith in RSMI, but because
of faith in Ray and occasionally also Brad. Both should hang their
lives in shame for the duration of their miserable lives as they both
knew this was a scam.

[flopflip]

Wells Fargo sent me a 401b and removed my shares but the irs wants proof and I hope this is ok. I think the irs and rsmi deserve each other. thanks excel and goldrusher. I lose my life to rsmi and the irs dosen't want me to get my capital lost aint that america buisness and gov.

[goldrusher]

Tell them that this was a scam even when the SP was $32!!!

Seriously, if you use a broker, isn't that proof a part of his job? I
use Ameritrade and they take care of such.

[excel]

Tell the IRS to look up PR'S involving Brad, Ray, John, etc.
They will see their partners in CRIME!

Besides that tell them to look at the stock price and catch a CLUE!

[flopflip]

Is rim worth anything as a company I had it removed from my account and have to prove to the IRS it's worthless to get my lost on it.

[excel]

A Christmas Story

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted so bad that year for Christmas.

We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. So after supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible; instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight."

I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my
boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy.

When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me."

The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.

When we had exchanged the sideboards Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" "

You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked.

The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "why?"

"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jacey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him.

We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked.

"Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jacey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us. It shouldn't have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?"

"Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"

Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.

"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said, then he turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring enough in to last for a while. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up."

I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy filled my soul that I'd never known before. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two older brothers and two older sisters were all married and had moved away.

Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will."

Out on the sled I felt warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

[goldrusher]

Hey beachbreak.....back atcha with a Merry Christmas. Had lunch at
your old stomping grounds, Viejas, a couple times with Alan Kodicek,
AKA HopefulOne. A super nice guy who, unfortunately, kinew Ray personally.
Only a true slimeball could knowingly cheat a guy like Alan out of a lot
of money. I just don't know how he lives with himself. You know that
from experience, as I recall.

Enjoy the season.

[beachbreak]

Well, time for my annual "Happy Holidays' to you goldie.

Not much new here....but last month my friend who lives in my guest house finally sold Ray's old Porsche....so I no longer have to see it every time I go into my garage.

Have a great Christmas!

[goldrusher]

LOL. TickTockStock.com is STILL for sale after all these years. The
selling agent seems to have been schooled by Ray as he says, "Hurry - once it's sold this opportunity will be gone!" Actually, it will be a much
better deal once the price gets down to .0001!!

Seriously, one would think that in all this time, an apology could have
been posted by the site owner for misguiding so many trusting souls.
Even if it weren't intentional, an apology should have been given for
managing a pro-RSMI website and, yet, doing so little serious DD (obviously). I will look for an apology right after Ray asks all the
stuckholders for forgiveness.

[excel]

I have no idea.

Without proof I can not say why i can only post what i know is TRUE!

I do know this .............

One will reap what one sows.

My Father told me when I was in my young twenties ........... paraphrased .......... son there is good money and bad money to be made in this world and you will find out the good money when you spend it feels whole lot better then the bad you made.

At that time he knew I was headed down the wrong path.

I thank God I was straightened out in time because I was I can look in the mirror knowing the money I make and spend was EARNED, not STOLEN by FRAUD actions unlike those two who have been caught in countless lies over and over!

Unfortunately for them the way back machine website has most of their activities saved no matter how much the trail has been tried to be wiped clean the TRUTH exists!

I feel sorry for their loved ones.

Repentance.

There is not one of us who doesn't need to repent.

It's a shame to this day they have not reached out in doing so.

So many life's ruined. So sad.

[goldrusher]

austin....good question and I can understand the emotions, but if
everyone that should have been prosecuted, had been.....we would have
more prisons than elementary schools (and hardly any politicians at all).

[austin01]

excel, how have Ray and Brad not been prosecuted?

[excel]

Now if they do what they should of done years ago and go after all the people from Ray to Brad involved with the SCAM RSMI!!!

Considering the amount of people who including one who gave hundreds of papers of HARD EVIDENCE this was nothing but a P&D then they'd finally be getting justice for all those involved.

[SILVERSURFER4263]

http://www.theotc.today/2015/07/nine-pump-dump-recidivists-indicted-in.html

[SILVERSURFER4263]

http://www.theotc.today/2015/07/stock-castle-fraudsters-identified-and.html

[goldrusher]

Another wilderness thought......

When Ray bought that revolutionary "twisted pair" technology from
those two guys in a garage in Silicon Valley, did they scam
the scammer or were they a part of the scam, How much did Ray
(RimSemi) pay for that useless technology? Somebody made out and
it surely wasn't the stockholders.

[goldrusher]

Having now just spent one and a half months in the remote Canadian
wilderness, this scam continues to cross my mind in that several
longs believed whatever Brad told them since, as a "good Christian"
man, he wouldn't lie.

Here is a challenge to those that believe that......

Call, write or e-mail Brad and ask him directly,
1) Who was to be the keynote speaker at the Milan meeting?
2) How could anyone supposedly worthy of being the keynote speaker
at such an important meeting, not realize till the day before
the meeting that he had a "schedule conflict"?
3) What was the true reason for the Milan cancellation.

If Brad should maintain that anything in his press release about
the reasons for the meeting cancellation were true, please tell
him that I called him a bald-faced liar since that would be
exactly what he is.