Urban Art Association

*UNTY !



Black Rat Newsletter IV

So the fourth newsletter finally rolls into town, parched and haggard and chewing on the yellowy stub of sweat-drenched cigarillo as it stares down Lee Cunty Van Chops beneath the unseasonably bright and burning April sun.

Cunty is a bitter man. A man ravaged by greed, syphilis and art. When he started out, plying his trade of disruption and agent provocteuring, online art sites were easy pickings with a little or no protection. Their shopping baskets were basically just shacks standing alone in one horse towns with a teller and a single alarm to alert the sheriff. All that stood in his way were a few Wanted signs and the misplaced loyalty of a simpering milquetoast behind the window. But all that’s changed now. Time and technology have caught up with Cunty. Now our shopping baskets come equipped with devilish new inventions like trip wires, motion sensors, time-delay safes and the old world guns-for-hire know-how of of three indomintable IT guys wearing weathered and slightly musty smelling panchos. Beards smelling of matchstick sulphur.

In fact, only last week Cunty was still in the game, trying to buy up prints that weren’t there. Obsessively checking and re-checking our site, refreshing and re-refreshing the D*Face pages. All day, everyday. Sometimes even more often that that. He was a man driven by desperation, hard liquor and the promise of a ten per cent profit on eBay. And finally he broke in and succeeded in buying a few phantom prints and pushing our stock into the minus numbers, laughing gruffly and twitching controllably from from the Tijuana syphilis eating away at his brain. But already that issue has been resolved by our pancho-wearing IT guys and now Cunty is left with memories, Old Testament hangovers, feverish night terrors and a saddlebag full of more Zeus prints than he knows what to do with. He is broken and wretched and spends his days in the town square, slumped against the well, slurring wild threats of vengeance and making the odd, wet, wolf-whistle at a passing horse.

I think it's meant to have a un where the ** is. It's a play on carpetbaggers and the such. It's a ficticious name. Lee Van C u n ty Chops.
Yeah that was great when the Elbowtoe print came up and almost 45 sold immediately and then someone on this forum said it was C**P! and then another, me actually, and another and since that time they've sold 3 prints! Just shows the strength of this forum.

whoever he is Fazeley...after that newsletter I'd do more than check the doors I'd buy a gun

Fazeley, is there no way you can get an IP tracker / monitor who uses your website and track down Mr Chops?

sounds like you have it pretty well sorted... .. even so scary...i look forward to the continuing adventures of c**ty in future newsletters

how's the Logan Hicks print coming along?

nice one Faze ... I look forward to it.. busy but fun week for u

if you guys had a good web host, you could very simply deny access to your site from cunty mc chops' ip address (it will be logged by your payment system) or a selected range if he is really troubling you. That will be the last you see of him.