Come on, Chris, who do you think you're fooling? If you needed the
money, why did you wait twenty years to sell the book? Admit it, what
actually happened is that you ran into the author and thought you'd
make yourself look like a big man by criticizing a real achiever.

If you need the money so much, how come you took the twenty bucks from
Andre when you could have had the 300 bucks from the lo-cost community,
which you claim to know better than Andre does!

Looks a whole lot like Andre Jute gave you a lesson in class by buying
back a book you whined about, and made 280 bucks you could have had
into the bargain! Class is Andre giving away for free books he got
free, but selling the one for which you demanded money to your own
claimed friends for more money than you dreamed it is worth. If you had
any class, you would have given Andre some credit for buying in his
book when you whined about it. If you had any class, you would have
congratulated Andre on making a profit from the deal.

Andre has his middle finger so far up your ass, his knuckle is
wriggling out of your mouth. How does it feel that Andre so easily
manipulated you into exposing your pettyness, and then made a profit
from it?

Regards,

Gray

Chris Morriss wrote:
In message .com,
Andre Jute writes

Jon Yaeger wrote:
in article , Chris Morriss at
wrote on 10/19/05 4:07 PM:


Oh God, who let Andrew Hemp in here?


I'm afraid your reference is lost on me . . . . .

A ****poor joke if it needs an explanation. Morriss was a hanger-on of
the Magnequest Scum, who used to refer to me as "Andy Burlap"; his dull
version is probably his idea of elegant variation. He's also a pal of
the disgraced Henry Pasternack, who has a history of attempting to
assault me from behind the arras (1); presumably poor old Plodnick has
been sending Morriss little prompter notes like he used to send Pinko
Porg.

Mind you, I don't blame Morriss for being ****ed off at me. He had one
of my books, about designing and building one-off cars, and when he
didn't like it, I offered to buy it, since I didn't have a copy myself
and had been eyeing the new Chevy LS6 as a cheap base for custom car.
Several parties, learning on RAT that I didn't have a copy of my own
book, sent me cleaner copies than the one I bought from Morriss, so I
resold his copy, which cost me about twenty bucks including postage,
for three hundred bucks to a fellow building an LoCost ultralight, a
community in which my book is a sort of bible. The surplus copies I
received free I sent free to people who had written to ask if I knew
where they could buy a copy. (Thanks fellows, your generosity is being
put to good use by enthusiasts in Germany and Australia and the
States.)

No gentleman would make a pun on the name of another.

Andre Jute

(1) These wretched techies probably don't know that the arras was the
wall hanging behind which people went to relieve themselves while
attending court. Count the original lavatories at Versailles: zero. No
wonder people **** on Pasternack when he hides behind the arras!


Unfortunately Andrew, knowing more than a handful of people who have
built a LoCost, and more who have built Westfields, the few people who
have even heard of you treat you with just as much derision as most of
us do here. They know perfectly well that one sentence from the guy who
designed the original Terrapin is worth more than a whole rectum full
from you esteemed (sic) self.

It was worth the money to me rather than throwing it away.

--
Chris Morriss