On 19 Oct 2005 18:17:13 -0700, "Andre Jute" wrote:

snip the usual deluded self-aggrandisement

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

Andre Jute

No gentleman would be so ashamed of his own name that he would not use
it, would he, Andrew Jute McCoy? Note the pretentious Gallic twist on
his real name, so typical of this bombastic hack.
--

Stewart Pinkerton | Music is Art - Audio is Engineering

On Wed, 19 Oct 2005 23:17:35 -0400, Jon Yaeger
wrote:

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

No, of course not.

-- Pompass Plodnick

Not to mention Pinko Porg.........

But of course, is is hardly a revelation that Jute is no gentleman,
despite his pretensions and his constant self-aggrandisement.

--

Stewart Pinkerton | Music is Art - Audio is Engineering

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

In message .com,
Andre Jute writes

a
community in which my book is a sort of bible.

A bible? It's written by someone who would like to have been LKJ
Setright, but poor old Andrew just couldn't manage to grow the beard.
(Or have the slightest understanding of any technical matters
whatsoever).
--
Chris Morriss

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

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


OK Andre, what's up with all of your obsession with homosexuality lately?
During the last few months you've touched on buggery, penises, etc. and now
rectal penetration.

Things a little strained at home? What, did Frank B. up and leave you? I'm
worried about you. Maybe you ought to talk to someone . . . . . .

Your friend,

Jon

In message .com,
writes
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


Hello Andrew, you'd better disguise your writing style a bit more than
that before using one of your many aliases.

And I hope you haven't forgotten, it was 20 Euros, not anything
connected with deer.

2/10. Could do better.

--
Chris Morriss

In message , Jon Yaeger
writes


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


OK Andre, what's up with all of your obsession with homosexuality lately?
During the last few months you've touched on buggery, penises, etc. and now
rectal penetration.

Things a little strained at home? What, did Frank B. up and leave you? I'm
worried about you. Maybe you ought to talk to someone . . . . . .

Your friend,

Jon


Hello Jon, how many aliases does this sad guy use? He seems to use more
than the whole population living in his home town of Bandon.
--
Chris Morriss

Chris Morriss wrote:


Hello Andrew, you'd better disguise your writing style a bit more than
that before using one of your many aliases.

Is there a list of Andrew André Jute McCoy Glassgray's aliases?
Or should we just assume that anyone who agrees with him is him?

Is "Designing and Building Special Cars" as bad as everyone says it is?

--
Eiron

I have no spirit to play with you; your dearth of judgment renders you
tedious - Ben Jonson.

in article , Chris Morriss at
wrote on 10/23/05 3:53 AM:

In message , Jon Yaeger
writes


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


OK Andre, what's up with all of your obsession with homosexuality lately?
During the last few months you've touched on buggery, penises, etc. and now
rectal penetration.

Things a little strained at home? What, did Frank B. up and leave you? I'm
worried about you. Maybe you ought to talk to someone . . . . . .

Your friend,

Jon


Hello Jon, how many aliases does this sad guy use? He seems to use more
than the whole population living in his home town of Bandon.



I suspect that we're dealing with a legion here . . . .