Since its beginning in 2000, Siricomm has installed about 450 Wi-Fi hot spots in 44 states, according to regulatory filings. But the company has been in turmoil for the past year, firing its former chief executive in June and accepting the resignation of its chief financial officer in May.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
SiriComm stock trading at three cents per share
In its article on Joplin-based SiriComm's Chapter 11 bankruptcy, the Kansas City Star notes that the company's stock price closed at three cents per share today:
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This pitiful company pulled a Grinch move and didn’t pay its employees there last two pay checks just weeks before Christmas. I hope Mark Grannell and Bill Moore had a wonderful Christmas from the hard work of others.
Dr. Suess writes:
You're a mean one, Mark Grannell. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel. Mark Grannell. You're a bad banana With a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mark Grannell. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul. Mark Grannell. I wouldn't touch you, with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. You're a vile one, Mark Grannell. You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile. Mark Grannell. Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile. You're a foul one, Mark Grannell. You're a nasty, wasty skunk. Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk. Mark Grannell. The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk." You're a rotter, Mark Grannell. You're the king of sinful sots. Your heart's a dead tomato splot With moldy purple spots, Mark Grannell. Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, Mangled up in tangled up knots. You nauseate me, Mark Grannell. With a nauseaus super-naus. You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse. Mark Grannell. You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich With arsenic sauce.
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