I will guarantee anonymity except in cases of blatant abuse.
I will achieve anonymity by tallying the results in
uncorrelated tabulations and then deleting the emails.
(I know this loses interesting correlation data, but if
resondents want anonymity it's hard to avoid.)
I know that this anonymity promise depends on trust and that
you have no particular reason to trust me. Someday, I hope.
I will post results Saturday.

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 yes( )   ( )no Should RoadRunner be subjected to some kind of UDP?
 yes( )   ( )no ... active UDP (cancels) ?
 yes( )   ( )no ... passive UDP (drop messages) ?
 yes( )   ( )no ... all-groups UDP? (as opposed to specific groups)
 yes( )   ( )no Are you a Usenet sysadmin? How big:_   How long:_
 yes( )   ( )no Should another server be subjected to UDP? Who:_
 yes( )   ( )no Should UDPs be used more often?
 yes( )   ( )no Should UDPs be used less often?
 yes( )   ( )no Would you have answered this survey without anonymity?

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much with fright and
shame that he missed completely, as he saw the Governor
scornfully watching him.  "Put the muzzle of the revolver
in his ear, and then shoot," said the Governor.  Once again
the young soldier stepped to the side of the doomed monk,
savagely rammed the muzzle of his gun in his ear and
pulled the trigger.  The monk fell forward, dead, beside
his companions.
    The crowd had increased, and as I looked round I saw

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that the monk whom I knew had been tied by his left arm  
and left leg to the jeep.  His right arm and right leg were  
tied to the truck.  A grinning Chinese soldier entered the  
jeep and started the engine.  Slowly, as slowly as he pos-  
sibly could, he engaged gear and moved forward.  The        
monk's arm was pulled out straight, rigid as an iron bar,  
there was a "snick" and it was torn completely from the    
shoulder.  The jeep moved on.  With a loud "crack" the      
hip bone broke, and the man's right leg was torn from his  
body.  The jeep stopped, and the Governor entered.  Then      
it drove off, with the bleeding body of the dying monk      
bouncing and jolting over the stony road.  Soldiers climbed  
aboard the big truck, and that drove off, trailing behind  
it a bloody arm and leg.                                
    As I turned away, sickened, I heard a feminine scream      
from behind a building, fol