In defense of Jack, to find his books you have to search on his proper name. Oddly, he wishes simultaneously to be public AND private, unlike our famous Don Bright and Hypostomus Plecostomus, so he does not ordinarily reveal his full name. Trust me, there are 14 books to be found, so in that respect he is the real deal. Though many of them are what some of us call monographs. IMO he exaggerates their importance, and for some he is the editor, not the author, but they exist. I'll stretch a bit and say that he doesn't want them to be found because one of us might secure them and start quoting gibberish from them. Wouldn't do.
On another note, the more I think about it, the more I am astonished that Jack impugned my lack of character. I mean, is that not self-evident? Did he need to rub my nose it in like a puppy that just shit on the carpet? Did all my readers not already KNOW? But that is his style, to state and restate and overstate the obvious. I did enjoy the little hint that had I proved worthy his worldly Jesus adopted son might have condescended to save me from myself and teach me how to trade. Even Todd knows better, haha! I say all this because my pillow appeared tear-stained when I awoke this morning. Or had I had it down between my legs?