Skipper wrote:
wrote:
Why the anger Chuck?
No particular reason beyond the fact that the psuedo-skipper poster
accused me of a felony. It's disgust more than anger. Have you noticed
that when some people lack the ability to discuss an issue on its
merits they turn to personal attack?
Is selling used cars a felony in Seattle? I do have it on pretty good
authority that you tried to convince Skipper that that tax dodge scam
you were working when he first met you was a legitimate "research
organization doing a lot of good for underprivileged kids." I also heard
that when he challenged you on your assertion that the scam was a
legitimate "research" operation that you pulled out a fist full of
"documentation" describing the "research." Did you actually believe your
own street hustle?
No, sock puppet. Selling used cars isn't a felony. But tax fraud is.
The organization I worked for, for a while, was a legitimate 501C3
corporation. Much of the money raised went for educational programs and
events for school-age kids. More could have, but that wasn't under my
control. I was personally involved in some of the programs funded, so
there goes your "street hustle" claim.
The odor of your con was all too transparent. Is that why you've failed
at so many brokerages? I do know those who succeed usually respect their
clients requirements...and those that try to lead their clients to 90'
steel wrecks when they inform you they're looking for 50' usually fail
to make the sale. Oh yes, and what do you think of a broker who insists
on showing you $400,000+++ boats when you gave him a target of $180,000?
I can tell you what I think of that kind of "broker."
Really, sock puppet? Here's some news for you. The real Skipper posted,
to this forum, after meeting with me at my office that I was an
"honest" broker that he enjoyed dealing with. Sock puppet; you've never
apparently shopped for a boat any larger than would fit in a kiddy
pool, but if you had you would know there is no such thing as being
dragged kicking and screaming onto a boat you didn't ask to see. You
think boats are kept in a drawer in the office, like a diamond ring?
Also, the real Skipper would never claim that I showed him $400,000
boats. Why would I waste my time? Maybe the real skipper was walking
down the dock, saw a good looking yacht and asked, "how much is that?"
I imagine that an answer of "$400,000" might qualify as a "showing" of
a $400,000 boat- but making a claim of this nature certainly reniforces
my position that you are a semi-informed Googling sock puppet who gets
confounded by trying to make up details from thin air. More news, sock
puppet: I have never failed at any yacht brokerage. I left my second
previous employer for a combination of reasons that climaxed when they
cut my percentage. ("We had no idea anybody could make this much money
on that program! That's more than anybody else is making, by far! Here,
take this big cut- and look how much you'll still be making!") I was
given an award for listing and selling the most boats in a year (out of
six brokers) at the last brokerage where I worked. I guess it depends
on how you define failure.
The real Skipper was the most outrageous fabricator of imaginary
boating adventures ever seen in this forum. That's no small task,
considering. It's ironic that his sockpuppet-master would make any
comments impuning the honesty of other people or alleging "fraud" while
munging Skipper's name.
I believe the real Skipper had some real adventures to share and the NG
gained from those reports. Don't worry, this skipper has learned the
folly of sharing reports on a NG...And yes, weather reporting in remote
areas of the Cortez is much better today than it was 50 years ago...but
then, you wouldn't know about that, would you, Chucky? You're just a
local yokel, huh?
No, sock puppet. The only thing the real Skipper ever contributed here
were some lies about boating through Mexican hurricanes in his little
Bayliner runabout, a non-stop mutual flame war with Harry Krause, and a
perpetual threat to pump up the flat tires on his boat trailer, drag
his unused Bayliner down to the Sea of Cortez and actually go boating,
(if only Harry Krause would trailer his Sea Pro (and later) Parker to
Mexico for some vague "challenge").
Perhaps that challenge involved some sort of martial arts contest. The
real Skipper was easily recognized as an expert in one of the
disciplines: Flung Poo