[Andre Jute]

wrote:

I dropped a dime on Peter Wieck and
discovered that he is "A jumped-up janitor who speaks presumptuously to
people. He's useless, given the job out of charity. His natural level
is holding the elevator door for the departmental cat."

LOL. Worthless Wiecky, janitor and catwalker! I can just see the
haughty cat, tail tall, glide serenely across the lobby as the witless
Wiecky holds the door for it while inside the elevator his employer
fidgets at the delay! No wonder the wretched little man Wieck puts on
such presumptuous airs on the Net if he ranks lower in his job than the
departmental mouser!

My own cat sits on the tan leather sofa beside my desk, being told her
bedtime story, which today ends, "And one day you too will be
Plutocratic Cat, rich enough to have your own Worthless Wiecky to hold
doors for you. I do hope you will still have the humility to nod
gracious thanks to Worthless even for this menial service." My cat nods
agreeably but then she's a very well-mannered cat -- and I'm holding a
dish of raw fish and another of yoghurt...

Interesting that your informant also called Worthless Wiecky "Useless".
That's what John Byrns first labelled Wieck, pretty presciently it now
seems.

Macavity (1) strikes again! I wonder how many elevator doors there are
for Worthless Wiecky, janitor and cat accomplice, to hold...

Andre Jute
6-2, 6-2

(1)
And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air -
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
His sidekick Worthless Wiecky -- The Janitor --
wickedly held the elevator door,
so Macavity's escaped again, so there!

With apologies to T S Eliot's Macavity: The Mystery Cat
http://www.themediadrome.com/content...y/macavity.htm

wrote:
Andre Jute wrote:

Ignore the little nobody. He'll shrivel and dry out from our lack of
attention, then his husk will blow away in the wind of change. No one
will remember his name.

You're probably right about Worthless Wiecky, any response will just
feed his craving for recognition. I dropped a dime on Peter Wieck and
discovered that he is "A jumped-up janitor who speaks presumtuously to
people. He's useless, given the job out of charity. His natural level
is holding the elevator door for the departmental cat." Like you say,
harmless, beneath contempt, not worth any effort.

Tennis court lizards forever!

That gave me a lift. Bless you.

Regards,

Gray


Andre Jute wrote:
wrote:
Iain Churches wrote:
"Peter Wieck" wrote in message
...snip...
I am puzzled why you seem to need to bring Andre Jute into every post
you make.

Peter Wieck is a stalker. He can't help himself.

Google reports that "Peter Wieck" sent 293 posts about
Mr Jute since Mr Jute last paid even momentary attention to "Worthless
Wiecky".

Mr Jute's silence has about it the loud ring of eloquent contempt.

Good golly, no. The answer is in your headline: "Worthless Wiecky"...
Contempt requires volition, evaluation and an allocation of energy.
After I decided Worthless was beneath contempt and utterly harmless, I
simply told my newsreader to stop noticing him. He's a nothing out
there in the void, his existence empty until we recognize him.

Regards,

Gray

I had my first stalker when I was 13 and published a couple of volumes
of poetry. She was a lot more attractive than Worthless Wiecky. I hope
that isn't an inevitable progression!

Ignore the little nobody. He'll shrivel and dry out from our lack of
attention, then his husk will blow away in the wind of change. No one
will remember his name.

Andre Jute
Tennis court lizards forever!