Ajax... You've really hurt me this time. Imagine my shock. I find you've referred to me as a spook/leo/int'l man of mystery. There i was, just watching oprah, waxing my mustache, practicing my disguises in the mirror, and i read that! I got so upset i spilled my geriatric vitamin drink on my new fuzzy slippers, and all over my best flower-print housedress. I had to call in sick to walmart.. You've done it now, boy. Those slippers had bunnies on the toes.
I stand corrected on 2 counts. First, you are right ( of course) G.W.Bush never officially flew the 14. that was an apparent innacurate report, which i did not question. I suppose i'm just not as obsessed with his A.N.G. record as you'd wish. Second, it was wrong of me to call you a Third-stage Syphilitic bastard. i guess after you called me 'fuckhead', i just jumped to conclusions. You seem very focused, very.....singular.. in your resentments. Maybe it's not syphilis at all, maybe it's Bovine spongiform, or something else,anyway, get tested, and don't operate machinery.`
Following your example, i went out and bought me a copy of 'A Day in the Life', this one in Kuo Yueh. Can't make heads nor tails of all them squiggly lines though.
Reckon you can call me up and explain it all. Thanks, and good luck with finding work , i bet you'd make a fine concrete finisher, despite your microcephaly.
J.O.M.