Scotty Potty: No one has made their bitter jealousy more evident than
poor Scotty. I can post a recipe and Scotty will take the bait in a
heartbeat. He's my favorite chump, grade A all the way with the worst
boats on ASA!

Doug: This poor sap ended up with a trawler and still has the nerve to
post here. He's genuinly angry and humorless, though less so than the
amazing Sloco. Grade A chump for sure!

Sloco: Aka Ringmaster. This poor clown has no sense of humor at all and
will bite any well placed bait. He's been in a tailspin ever since I
bought a nicer boat than his. Grade A+ Chump and a top pick!

Dave: This sad sack owns a truly sad nautical footnote and seems to
think his membership at a club is better than sliced bread. Hey, it's
his money...what little there is. He's an easy catch and easily busted.
Grade C, but funny at times.

Bob Crantz: Previously one of the better posters here, Bob would play
on the dark and light sides of the ASA force. But now he's really no
different than Scotty or Sloco with more time to google. Ultra easy to
catch and cook. Sorry to say he's B- now.

John Cairns: Now get this: This lame duck owns a Catalina 28, a boat
that compares with a Nissan Sentra for fun and character. That alone
makes him a chump, and he's also pretty angry sounding. Grade B chump
fish! I like him!

Steve: Gone, but not forgotten. Boatless and as humorless as Sloco. I
miss him!

Maxprop: Another guy who's so easy to hook, it's often sad to even
bother. Even so, I'll reel him in from time to time just to kill time.
He's just not knowledgeable enough to make it a fight. Grade C chump.
Pretty boat though.

Joe: Joe wasn't always a Chump and I easily forgave his steel
snail-sailing motorsailor. But something got under his skin and he's
been a grade D chump for a while. I hope he comes out of it. I feel
guilty even putting him in the pan.


RB
35s5
NY

Someone was left out:

Capt RB: Newsgroup bully who hides behinds his wife's nurse uniform because
he can't debate or discuss medical instrumentation with his own knowledge or
expertise. In reality a true mommy's boy only getting married after his
first mommy takes the eternal dirt nap. He considers merit to be found in
the essence of the things he owns (interestingly, a fundamental error in
form also attributed to Aristotle) rather than his own accumulated skills
and experience, which may be considerably lacking. Sales brochures, magazine
reviews and other people's opinion form the basis of his knowledge set or
rather, his conclusions based upon no knowledge at all. Finds pleasure in
insulting others through the safety of a keyboard and repeatedly fails to
deliver on his promises in person. Constantly calls upon Crantz to play both
sides to pull his sorry inflated butt out of the sling he puts it in. Shows
who has the real power here. Facts and logic easily overwhelm him. When he
is losing (which is most of the time) he begins playing like a broken
record, hiccupung and jumping back to the same mantra over and over. The
jumps curiously omit the rather bad portion of his vinyl which just keeps
going in circles, spiraling down to just the sound of static and the
microphonics of a cheap tone arm hanging it up.

Capt RB: Newsgroup bully who hides behinds



Bully??? TWANG, guess I plucked a nerve on poor old Crantz!!! C'mon,
boy! Pull me out of sling! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!


RB
35s5
NY

Upon finding 322 unread posts, I read this one. Most likely it captures the
gist of the now 321 unread posts. Well written BC; I can now hit the "catch
up" button with confidence.
Scout

"Bob Crantz" wrote in message
. ..
Someone was left out:

Capt RB: Newsgroup bully who hides behinds his wife's nurse uniform
because he can't debate or discuss medical instrumentation with his own
knowledge or expertise. In reality a true mommy's boy only getting married
after his first mommy takes the eternal dirt nap. He considers merit to be
found in the essence of the things he owns (interestingly, a fundamental
error in form also attributed to Aristotle) rather than his own
accumulated skills and experience, which may be considerably lacking.
Sales brochures, magazine reviews and other people's opinion form the
basis of his knowledge set or rather, his conclusions based upon no
knowledge at all. Finds pleasure in insulting others through the safety of
a keyboard and repeatedly fails to deliver on his promises in person.
Constantly calls upon Crantz to play both sides to pull his sorry inflated
butt out of the sling he puts it in. Shows who has the real power here.
Facts and logic easily overwhelm him. When he is losing (which is most of
the time) he begins playing like a broken record, hiccupung and jumping
back to the same mantra over and over. The jumps curiously omit the rather
bad portion of his vinyl which just keeps going in circles, spiraling down
to just the sound of static and the microphonics of a cheap tone arm
hanging it up.

BRILLIANT !!! Very insightful !

Sigmund would be proud


SV

"Bob Crantz" wrote in message
. ..
Someone was left out:

Capt RB: Newsgroup bully who hides behinds his wife's
nurse uniform because
he can't debate or discuss medical instrumentation with
his own knowledge or
expertise. In reality a true mommy's boy only getting
married after his
first mommy takes the eternal dirt nap. He considers merit
to be found in
the essence of the things he owns (interestingly, a
fundamental error in
form also attributed to Aristotle) rather than his own
accumulated skills
and experience, which may be considerably lacking. Sales
brochures, magazine
reviews and other people's opinion form the basis of his
knowledge set or
rather, his conclusions based upon no knowledge at all.
Finds pleasure in
insulting others through the safety of a keyboard and
repeatedly fails to
deliver on his promises in person. Constantly calls upon
Crantz to play both
sides to pull his sorry inflated butt out of the sling he
puts it in. Shows
who has the real power here. Facts and logic easily
overwhelm him. When he
is losing (which is most of the time) he begins playing
like a broken
record, hiccupung and jumping back to the same mantra over
and over. The
jumps curiously omit the rather bad portion of his vinyl
which just keeps
going in circles, spiraling down to just the sound of
static and the
microphonics of a cheap tone arm hanging it up.