The incompetent forgeries of Peter Wieck, body parts trader, Williamson by QUAD?
 

Whoops... I missed that.

I never offered the writing between the

_____________________

____________________

as the product of Mr. Jute. What I did suggest is that the facts as
stated in that little bit taken from a brief biography of Ms. Piaf
were interesting enough of themselves without Jute's "puffery" and
creative lies to 'enhance' them. What I derived from his 53 words of
misrepresentation is that he cannot tell even a pretty fascinating
story straight without twisting it to his own warped perception.

Strokes do that, I guess.

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

Dickless Wieckless, stalker, Kutztown Space 338
 

On Sep 13, 11:21 am, Andre Jute wrote:
On Sep 13, 4:42 am, Peter Wieck wrote:





On Sep 12, 9:51 pm, Andre Jute wrote:

Laughing so hard my 100 year-old Penfold port is sloshing in the
glass; just as well I have it in a huge brandy snifter my wife bought
for flower arrangements.

Australian Port? Might be interesting as Australia is making some very
good wines these days. But I have to ask, is it anything like your
"Vintage Jack Daniels" as you once mentioned before?

Somehow, given your general credibility and history of - shall we
allow - "polite" exaggerations, I suspect that the closest you have
ever come to a bottle of such port would be by walking past it in the
shop window - oh, that's right, such a port would never be exposed to
sunlight in that way.

Care to post a picture of said bottle on your website, together with
provenance. Actually PROVE something perhaps? Make sure there is
something with a location and date on it, perhaps a newspaper? I ask
because Penfolds shows no such port in their history, websites, nor is
it listed in any of the catalogs... most of their ports date from the
80s and 90s by cask, and by initiation from 1915 and forward. So... .

Now, had you written "Seppelt Para", you would have been on firm
ground... .

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

Yes, people like you who window-shop for such things probably know all
the best names. But genuine 100-year old ports aren't available to
people like you. They are kept for the friends of people in whose
warehouses in dusty corners stand large, mysterious vats.

And a quick reading of your post above explains exactly why you will
remain forever on the outside, Worthless. You match your name.

Unsigned for the usual reason- Hide quoted text -

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No proof offered. Just smoke and mirrors. Typical.

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

Peter Wieck, forger, was More from the Don Pearce School of Miscalculation, was Williamson by QUAD?
 

On Sep 13, 8:43 am, John Byrns wrote:
In article om,
Andre Jute wrote:

The forger and netstalker Peter Wieck wrote:

On Sep 12, 7:46 pm, Andre Jute wrote:

I blew it, but I am a damned good spinner....

No, I didn't write that. It is a forgery by the forger and netstalker
Peter Wieck.

Spin as you will, you are still a liar.

So you keep screeching. But you know you can't ever prove such wishful
thinking, which is why you keep forging messages and trying to pretend
they're my words.

Peter likes to do that, put words in other peoples mouths so that it
later appears in the record as though they had actually said it. This
is an art that was honed to a fine edge many years ago by "the gang", so
I am very sensitive to it. Peter tried it on me just yesterday in
another usenet newsgroup.

This foul little piece of toilet slime Peter Wieck has another
mannerism reminiscent of a scumball we have already dealt with
permanently. Like Pasternack, Worthless Wiecky is in the habit of
screeching that whoever he has picked on is wrong, wrong, wrong -- all
the while just rewriting the other person's post in different words
but with exactly the same opinions and outcome. The poor dull little
janitor thinks he's being clever, but he's being stupid and
transparent. He is also a bully, a boor and a thief.

Makes one nostalgic for another janitor in the Magnequest Scum, Ron
Bales, who at least had a decent respect for the language.

Regards,

John Byrns

--
Surf my web pages at, http://fmamradios.com/

Andre Jute
No real corpses were harmed in the assembly of my golem Worthless
Wieckless. I made him by stuffing a cow's bladder with pig offal. --
CE Statement of Conformity

Peter Wieck, forger, was More from the Don Pearce School of Miscalculation, was Williamson by QUAD?
 

On Sep 13, 5:05 pm, Andre Jute wrote:

fulminated.

Touched a nerve, huh?

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

The incompetent forgeries of Peter Wieck, body parts trader, Williamson by QUAD?
 

On Sep 13, 9:06 am, Peter Wieck wrote:
On Sep 13, 11:03 am, Andre Jute wrote:



Peter Wieck wrote:
On Mon, 10 Sep 2007 16:53:17 -0700, Andre Jute
wrote:

*Everything* I wrote was snipped:

Peter Wieck then forged this and pretended I wrote it:

__________________________________________________ ___

In 1958 she was in a serious car accident and took morphine for pain
and relapsed into drug and alcohol abuse. In 1959, Édith broke down
during a performance in New York and thereafter survived a number of
operations. She returned to Paris in poor health. Édith met her second
husband, Théo Sarapo, in the winter of 1961. Théo was a twenty-six-
year-old hairdresser-turned-singer and actor, and was twenty years
younger than Piaf. They married in 1962. He rejuvenated her enough to
make her last recordings and performances. Piaf went to a small town
(Cannes) in the South of France in early 1963 to recuperate but she
fell in and out of a coma beginning in April 1963. At the early age of
47 on October 10, 1963, Édith Piaf died of cancer. Her husband Théo
discretely drove her body back to Paris and announced her death on
October 11, 1963. Upon hearing of her death, Édith's long-time friend,
Jacques Cocteau suffered a cardiac arrest and died.
The Roman Catholic Church denied Édith Piaf a funeral mass because of
her lifestyle. Piaf was buried in cemetery Père Lachaise on October
14, 1963.
Théo Sarapo, Édith's husband died in an automobile accident in 1970
and is buried beside Piaf in Père Lachaise.
__________________________________________________ ______

I did not write that wretched, illiterate piece. What I wrote is, in
its entirety:

"Trivia for you: Edith Piaf's last lover, after she took the drugs
overdose that killed her, decided a French national icon should not
die anywhere but Paris, so he drove her body, sitting in the passenger
seat beside him, through the night from the Mediterranean coast to
Paris. The car was a Simca V8."

The sad sack Peter Wieck then tried to condemn me on hand of his
forgery:

Trust Mr. Jute to embelish interesting enough facts with enough legend
and falsehood to choke even 60 horses:

Nope, I didn't. The sad sack wannabe Peter Wieck is the one who
regurgitates the publicity puffery. He goes on with his deceit,
criticizing his own forgery, still trying to claim I wrote it:

The saddest part is that the bare facts are interesting enough to
stand on their own without additional tripe and twaddle afterwards.

My single short paragraph stands. Everything else was invented by
Worthless Wiecky to insert himself in the conversations of his
betters.

And all that we learn from Mr. Jute is that he cannot tell a story
straight. Kinda puts the whole Simca statement in question.

Then prove I'm wrong, scumface.

Peter Wieck is a forger and a liar. He is scum.

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

With complete contemp for a worthless netstalker.

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So you admit you forged that piece of crap and tried to pass it off on
me. Where is your apology, Peter Wieck, slimeball.

a) Piaf died of cancer. The "overdose" is as unlikely as the Simca.

Prove it, toilet slime.

b) That she may have been taking pain killers is quite likely. That
she died of an overdose is not. Her husband (lover too, one expects)
would not have permitted that.

All this, poor worthless Peter Wieck seems to believe, is *proved* by
puffery written by PR flacks at record companies with a monetary
interest in keeping Piaf's image Persil-white. It's a three-hanky
movie but it is totally irrelevant to Worthless Wiecky's total
inability to prove it wasn't a Simca V8, and that Piaf didn't die of
an overdose.

Edith Piaf's Death: Piaf died of cancer in 1963, near Cannes. The date
is disputed, it is said that she actually passed on October 10, but
her official date of death is October 11. Her husband, Theo Sarapo,
was with her at the time. Piaf is buried in Pere Lachaise Cemetery in
Paris. ( http://worldmusic.about.com/od/bands.../EdithPiaf.htm

Snivel, snivel, three bags of useless drivel.

Piaf and Sarapo sang together at the Bobino in early 1963, and Piaf
also made her final recording, "L'Homme de Berlin." Not long
afterward, Piaf slipped into a coma, brought on by cancer. Sarapo and
Simone Berteaut took Piaf to her villa in Plascassier, on the French
Riviera, to nurse her. She drifted in and out of consciousness for
months before passing away on October 11, 1963 -- the same day as
legendary writer/filmmaker Jean Cocteau. Her body was taken back to
Paris in secret, so that fans could believe she died in her hometown.
( http://www.starpulse.com/Music/Piaf,_Edith/Biography/ )

More tearjerking by publicity flacks. But where's the proof it wasn't
a Simca, Worthless Wiecky?

There is much more of course.

Of course there is. But where's the beef, Worthless Wiecky. The Simca,
man, the Simca. You promised to disprove it. You haven't. Smoke and
mirrors won't help you.

What Jute added was the unnecessary embellishment of "Lover" vs.
husband

Crap. Nothing stops a husband from being a lover as well.

and the outright lie

Prove it, Worthless Wiecky.

as a drug overdose being the cause of
death.

"the outright lie as a drug overdose being the cause of death" --
you're really not up to this, are you Worthless. The slightest stress
and your English starts slipping.


Death was inevitable, the drugs were at best a bit-
contributor.

How could you possibly know this?

Proof. OK.

No proof of anything whatsoever. Lots of tearjerking and puffery from
paid flacks with a commercial interest in Piaf's legend, but buggerall
proof of anything.


Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

Lying, fraudulent scumbag, forger and netstalker.

Insigned out of contempt for a worthless janitor.

The plagiarist Peter Wieck confesses organized stalking The incompetent forgeries of Peter Wieck, body parts trader, Williamson by QUAD?
 

EXECUTIVE SUMMARY:
In this post Worthless Peter Wieck confesses to plagiarism and to
being a netstalker and a member of an online gang of stalkers
gathering at
http://wordpress.com/tag/online-stalking/feed/

On Sep 13, 9:15 am, Peter Wieck wrote:
Whoops... I missed that.

I never offered the writing between the

_____________________

____________________

as the product of Mr. Jute.

There are hundreds of examples of Worthless Peter Wieck substituting
his own words for what other posters wrote and claiming that the words
are theirs. John Byrns and I are discussing just one current example
each in concurrent posts.

Where's your apology, toilet slime?

What I did suggest is that the facts as
stated in that little bit taken from a brief biography of Ms. Piaf

Worthless Peter Wieck plagiarized that text without recognition from:
"online-stalking « WordPress.com Tag Feed" which is at
http://wordpress.com/tag/online-stalking/feed/

So you confess, Worthless Peter Wieck, not only to your stalking but
to being a member of an organized gang of online stalkers?

were interesting enough of themselves without Jute's "puffery"
and
creative lies to 'enhance' them.

You have now made repeated failed attempts to prove that a single word
I said is a lie.

What I derived from his 53 words of
misrepresentation is that he cannot tell even a pretty fascinating
story straight without twisting it to his own warped perception.

What *you* derived? Holy ****, is that janitor-speak for "thought" or
even "understood"? Worthless, how can the opinion of an illiterate
like you be of the slightest interest to me?

Strokes do that, I guess.

Why don't you come to my door and say that, and when you come out of
hospital I'll explain how many weeks after I had a stroke forty years
ago I was racing cars and powerboats.

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

You're a vicious, lying litte toerag, a loilet slime of a stalker,
envious of your betters, worthless in yourself, Peter Wieck. You're a
plagiarist, a thief of the intellectual property of others. You're
scum.

Unsigned out of contempt.

Dickless Wieckless, stalker, Kutztown Space 333
 

On Sep 13, 9:17 am, Peter Wieck wrote: No proof
offered. Just smoke and mirrors. Typical.

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

Proof of what, Worthless? That I drank some old port? Now you want to
come into the lavatory with me? Have you stalkers no shame? That I
saw in warehouses in vineyards of friends and family in the dark dusty
corners large old vats with mysterious contents, spiderwebbed racks of
crusted bottles? No, I don't think I want to taunt you with what slime
like you will never be invited to enjoy.

Andre Jute
Sipping brandy at least 120 years old, laid down by my great-
grandfather, a teetotal grape grower...


On Sep 13, 9:17 am, Peter Wieck wrote:
On Sep 13, 11:21 am, Andre Jute wrote:



On Sep 13, 4:42 am, Peter Wieck wrote:

On Sep 12, 9:51 pm, Andre Jute wrote:

Laughing so hard my 100 year-old Penfold port is sloshing in the
glass; just as well I have it in a huge brandy snifter my wife bought
for flower arrangements.

Australian Port? Might be interesting as Australia is making some very
good wines these days. But I have to ask, is it anything like your
"Vintage Jack Daniels" as you once mentioned before?

Somehow, given your general credibility and history of - shall we
allow - "polite" exaggerations, I suspect that the closest you have
ever come to a bottle of such port would be by walking past it in the
shop window - oh, that's right, such a port would never be exposed to
sunlight in that way.

Care to post a picture of said bottle on your website, together with
provenance. Actually PROVE something perhaps? Make sure there is
something with a location and date on it, perhaps a newspaper? I ask
because Penfolds shows no such port in their history, websites, nor is
it listed in any of the catalogs... most of their ports date from the
80s and 90s by cask, and by initiation from 1915 and forward. So... .

Now, had you written "Seppelt Para", you would have been on firm
ground... .

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

Yes, people like you who window-shop for such things probably know all
the best names. But genuine 100-year old ports aren't available to
people like you. They are kept for the friends of people in whose
warehouses in dusty corners stand large, mysterious vats.

And a quick reading of your post above explains exactly why you will
remain forever on the outside, Worthless. You match your name.

Unsigned for the usual reason- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

No proof offered. Just smoke and mirrors. Typical.

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

Proof of what, Worthless? That I drank some old port? Now you want to
into the lavatory with me? Have you stalkers no shame? That I saw in
warehouses in vineyards of friends and family in the dark dusty
corners large old vats with mysterious contents? No, I don't think I
want to taunt you with what slime like you will never be invited to
enjoy.

Andre Jute
Sipping brandy at least 120 years old, laid down by my great-
grandfather

Peter Wieck, forger and plagiarist, was More from the Don Pearce School of Miscalculation, was Williamson by QUAD?
 

EXECUTIVE SUMMARY
Another forgery from the thieving plagiarist, liar and stalker, Peter
"Worthless" Wieck.

******
To all these fully supported and argued accusaations....

******
Andre Jute wrote:

On Sep 13, 8:43 am, John Byrns wrote:
In article om,
Andre Jute wrote:

The forger and netstalker Peter Wieck wrote:

On Sep 12, 7:46 pm, Andre Jute wrote:

I blew it, but I am a damned good spinner....

No, I didn't write that. It is a forgery by the forger and netstalker
Peter Wieck.

Spin as you will, you are still a liar.

So you keep screeching. But you know you can't ever prove such wishful
thinking, which is why you keep forging messages and trying to pretend
they're my words.

Peter likes to do that, put words in other peoples mouths so that it
later appears in the record as though they had actually said it. This
is an art that was honed to a fine edge many years ago by "the gang", so
I am very sensitive to it. Peter tried it on me just yesterday in
another usenet newsgroup.

This foul little piece of toilet slime Peter Wieck has another
mannerism reminiscent of a scumball we have already dealt with
permanently. Like Pasternack, Worthless Wiecky is in the habit of
screeching that whoever he has picked on is wrong, wrong, wrong -- all
the while just rewriting the other person's post in different words
but with exactly the same opinions and outcome. The poor dull little
janitor thinks he's being clever, but he's being stupid and
transparent. He is also a bully, a boor and a thief.

Makes one nostalgic for another janitor in the Magnequest Scum, Ron
Bales, who at least had a decent respect for the language.

Regards,

John Byrns

--
Surf my web pages at, http://fmamradios.com/

Andre Jute
No real corpses were harmed in the assembly of my golem Worthless
Wieckless. I made him by stuffing a cow's bladder with pig offal. --
CE Statement of Conformity

******

.......as I was saying, to all these fully supported and argued
accusation, the forger, plagiarist, thief, stalker and liar Peter
"Worthless" Wieck can only reply by another forgery:

******

On Sep 13, 2:10 pm, Peter Wieck wrote:
On Sep 13, 5:05 pm, Andre Jute wrote:

fulminated.

Touched a nerve, huh?

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

******

To call Peter "Worthless" Wieck tenthrate scum is to do an injury to
genuine tenth rate scum. This piece of toilet slime falls off the
bottom of the scale.

Unsigned out of contempt.

Dickless Wieckless, stalker, Kutztown Space 333
 

On Sep 13, 5:25 pm, Andre Jute wrote:

More fulminations.

Well. Now.

As to lies.

Shall we start with your blather about Peter Drucker, the "Hungarian
Jew"?

Or "walking up the mountain" with a person 5-years dead?

Oh, yes... speeches to the Knesset at what? 19?

And that is just what I remember over a very short time. Imagine what
else might be out there.

Andre, with respect, you have a long way to go before mere rantings
and fulminations get you back what is long lost. So, start with the
little things and build on them.

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

Dickless Wieckless, stalker, Kutztown Space 333
 

Dickless Wieckless, stalker, Kutztown Space 323 aka Peter Wieck
wrote:

On Sep 13, 5:25 pm, Andre Jute wrote:

More fulminations.

I didn't write that. Worthless Peter Wieck forged it and now tries to
pretend I said it.

As to lies.

If you think I told a lie, you should prove it, Worthless Wiecky. in
two years of trying you haven't proved ****, except that you are an an
envious little netstalker.

Here we have some excellent examples of Worthless Wiecky's fascist
character assassination, provided by himself:

Shall we start with your blather about Peter Drucker, the "Hungarian
Jew"?

What about it? You may call anything I say "blather" -- and literate
and sophisticated people will chuckle when they compare what I write
with what you write.

But if you wish to call what I say a lie, then you must prove it a
lie. Not a mistake, not an error, not a literary liberty, not a flight
of fancy, not a passage incomprehensible to a moral and mental
defective such as you, but a deliberate untruth intended to deceive.

Or "walking up the mountain" with a person 5-years dead?

So I telescoped two events over half a century before when I was a
small boy. That's a glitch of memory, not a lie, you moron. It is a
mistake in the circumstances too small to apologize for, and none of
the civilized and decent people on RAT expected me to do anything
except say "Oops!". Only a piece of fascist slime like you, trying to
raise your profile to mere visibility by attacking your betters, would
even have the poor manners to mention it, never mind the extremely
poor form to call it a lie.

Oh, yes... speeches to the Knesset at what? 19?

This is an excellent example of the Magnequest Scum method of
character assassination. You are manufacturing a "claim" from the
whole cloth, ascribing it to me, and then demanding I defend it.
You're a proven forger and scum, Worthless Peter Wieck.

And that is just what I remember over a very short time. Imagine what
else might be out there.

The moon might be made of cheese. There might be 298 commies in the
State Department, just as Joe McCarthy said, the man whose methods of
character assassination you emulate so laboriously and transparently.

In two years despite your best efforts and hundreds of hysterical
messages from you, Worthless Peter Wieck, you have failed to prove
that I ever told a single lie. Wannabe character assassins have tried
before you, by the very act of putting themselves in my face
announcing themselves as lunch. From their hideyholes one can hear
them whine occasionally about how unfair it all is. But it isn't. They
tried to be players, as you are trying, in a game of which they didn't
have the moral and intellectual price, as you haven't.

Andre,

Since when is the janitor on first-name terms with me? Because I pull
your chain for students to observe your reactions, that isn't a
license for familiarity. Mr Jute will do.

with respect, you have a long way to go before mere rantings
and fulminations get you back what is long lost.

You really haven't the faintest idea of what an intellectual does, do
you, Worthless? It is quite clear just from the sentence above that
you confuse "intellectual" with "celebrity". You're an ignorant clown,
Worthless, besides being blustering scum.

So, start with the
little things and build on them.

That's good, sonny. I'm starting with stomping a little character
assassin, forger, plagiarist, thief and liar (every part of which I
have already proved) who is stalking me online. His name is Worthless
Peter Wieck. And why, here he is, presenting himself for another
kicking:

Peter Wieck
Wyncote, PA

Unsigned out of total contempt for fascist scum

PS Where's your proof about the Simca, Worthless Wiecky? We're
waiting. Or is it another of your lies that you cannot prove?