You get to read this first...
...a gripe about English usage by/in the military....
I may change the title of this to something like,
'...A few minutes with.....'
or 'Everyone has a...'
or 'Mountaintop Musings'
...None of these quite fit, and apologies to the 2 TV guys.
I like to think of myself as a good grammarian/speller,
and I at least recognize proper usage of the English Language,
even though I sometimes damage it to make a point.
It bothers me when I hear things like this....
I first heard the statement around 1956, when I was in the ROTC,
...sometimes pronounced 'Rot-see' by some.
It was at the old American Safety Razor building bought by the
Polytechnic Institute of Brooklyn.
I was majoring in Aeronautical Engineering, and ROTC for many, was a way of avoiding the Draft.
During the formation, when the students assembled on the top floor,
all dressed in their fine/used/cast-off/obsolete army officer uniforms,
(not like the pics here...)
to marching drill with heavy M-1 rifles.
(made inoperable)
Officers hardly ever carried them.
They usually used much lighter M-1 carbines,
or sidearms, but that didn't seem to matter....
The point is, in the beginning, everyone lined up in formation/inspection,
the RA officer-instructors said to the platoon leader...."REPORT!"
Te reply came back robotically:
"SIR...All present and accounted for...SIR!"
Since then, I have heard this statement in many places...
on TV...Movies...Parades...and others....ALL wrong!
It should have been:
"SIR...All present OR accounted for...SIR!"
Now, you may think I am being 'picky', or worse. That's OK, but think about it...
My correction includes:
Those on sick call.
Those on other duties
Those just plain AWOL
Those who...(you choose)
All it's telling those in charge is:
We know where the missing ones are,
in case anyone wants to count those present.....
'ALL' ARE NOT PRESENT!!!!!
You may be wondering: "What's this about?"
...READ ON...and...
Have a NICE day!!!!!!
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General Wild Bill came thru on a visit, speaking at 'Chapel'.
He was retired, but actively interested in events and people.
He was visibly older than I pictured, from reading about the OSS.
He died in '59...buried at Arlington.
I was enrolled in Aero Engineering,
and like lots of others, ROTC.
Tried out for 'Pershing Rifles', elite group in parades and other activities,
all-white helmets/gloves/belts/leggings/AND either, M1 Garands, or Springfields. MORE ABOUT THE PRs
...The M-1 is still my favorite weapon, although I own others, including a Mini-14,
which I consider to be FAR superior to the M-16, but Colt has better lobbyists
and they have more money than Ruger......
The General saw the rifle practice range in the basement,/my perfect score/
and gave me a phone number to call....
After that, my life changed.....
I was hired immediately,
a 'contractor', they called it....
and used, I mean USED...
In the beginning, as a hired assassin's helper/a sniper.
Trained with the best weapons available.
AND even things like exploding bullets...
A dummy/false identity was created and
...my life history was recreated back where I lived....totally.
I only stayed there long enough to create the impression....
In reality, I was outfitted with whatever I needed to carry out
my job
...fake ID/Diplomatic passports/clothes/luggage/money/weapons...
AND....A leather covered folder WITH A PRESIDENTIAL SEAL.
Inside was a Pardon for any and all crimes I may
commit while in the Agency's employ!
(The 'catch' was that I was informed that,
IF I were apprehended on foreign soil, they would OFFICIALLY deny
any knowledge of it.)
(ADDITIONALLY, ALL RECORD OF MY EMPLOYMENT/ACTIVITIES
WAS SEALED AND
..."BURIED"...
..."ACCIDENTALLY MISFILED"
and you could spend years looking for it....)
NOTE: My Pardon went along with my records.
a similar one is shown here...
I was given few details, usually only a picture of the 'target'....no name, or other info....
Basically, I was told where and when....that's all...
Very often someone travelled along to help/drive/guide/etc.
AND remove us quickly, as cleanly as possible afterwards.
ONE SHOT....that was all....no muss/fuss...mostly.
I disappeared whenever I was needed for an 'assignment'.
No one much noticed...or cared...especially in winter.
Ostensibly, I went on vacation...a trip to Florida, or......
in my new car, towing my new 13ft Boston Whaler.
Once, I 'visited' my friend, Gary. He was the Exec on an LST in Norfolk.
I knew him since I was thrown out of Poly...
(...failed math/'conveniently' classified 4-F)
I called him from the gate, and was treated royally...
drove my rig right up the ramp of the ship
on the big concrete 'beach', swung it around, and parked it on the lower deck.
Gary said to the guard, "Keep a GOOD watch on this," pointing to my boat.
At officer's mess, He told me he was recruited in much the same way...
just got back from Spain,
and gave me a personal souvenir handgun he brought back.
An engraved custom 38 revolver....
I kept it for many years afterward.
It was VERY cold on the ship...few crew onboard....bunk against NW side...steel hulls are like that.
Next day, I was awakened to the sound of aircraft engines.
After a good breakfast, we flew out on a Catalina PBY to Bermuda.
A job....
I had seen it on the ramp nearby, and was going to ask
about it, but the smell of food in the galley made me forget. For more on the PBY Catalina, Click HERE
When we landed, as the plane climbed up a ramp, I was handed a file, complete with pictures,
and Gary told me to take my 'tools' and position myself in the portside turret aft.
We taxied to a remote corner of the field,
near some apartment buildings.
Gary pointed to one and said; "Take your best shot!"
The file had said the old man sat on a second-story
balcony every afternoon.
This one I recognized. I suspected it was payback for the past,
or to silence what he knew.
He was obscured by the railing, so I waited until
he stood up and looked toward us.
...and I realized that he was urinating on a potted plant....
I opened the hatch, unlimbered my rifle,
scope and silencer on it, fired one shot, and that was all.
The pilot revved up the engines, turned us around,
headed back to the ramp, hit the water with a huge splash,
got up to planing speed and we were off...
For the first time, I felt uneasy about the job. A bad sign, they say....
But as time wore on, the memory faded, and I let it go.
I left Norfolk for Boca Raton/Deerfield Beach...
spent time w/friend/wife(witch)/kids
Knew him from Long Island/Sea Cliff YC/sailed a lot together
Conned me into buying property in Deerfield on Hillsboro river
...turned out to be a good cover for my 'activities'
Those in NY thought I was in FL...Those in FL thot I was in NY :-)
(2)The Sixties...
Things were more open in the early 60s.
The "organization" was found much later to have been far larger
than was thought,
with connections in top levels everywhere.
Kennedys would be assassinated, LBJ would go to the White House,
and I was reassigned to the Far East. An 'Adviser'.
Yeah,RIGHT....
Gary was there, too. We went on several recon missions together in the Delta.
Used an island offshore as a base.
Cu Lao Cham...It's on the map..South China Sea It had lots of ships anchored, coming and going.
One night, we were towed near shore in our 26ft motor whaleboat,
so we would have enough fuel to get back,
and then cut loose to do our dirty work.
The target was a house a few miles up the river,
a kind of 'safehouse' for high-ranking officers,
in Hoi An.
We took some fire while our boat was beached in a swampy area.
Gary got hit in the shoulder....
Instead of returning fire, and giving away our position for sure,
..even with my SPECIAL M-1 sniper rifle with flash hider.
Gary lobbed a grenade over the bank with his good arm.
After a few screams, everything got quiet.
We waited awhile, then got back in the boat, did some aid to his arm.
We heard several explosions ashore.
The others showed up, said the job was done, and we left.
I looked back once, and something very large was burning,
and lots of secondary explosions too.
We dropped Gary off at hospital ship offshore.
I picked up some new crew...useless draftees,
but they learned fast.
I didn't see Gary again for years.
He showed up at my house in Florida one day on a motorcycle.
Retired...Lt Commander...
Navy had sent him to Switzerland for reconstructive surgery on his arm.
Withered and thin, still.
Had to use his right hand to put it on the grip, but manageable.
Stayed for awhile, then never saw him again.
Landsdale was a member of General John W. O'Daniel's mission to Indo-China in 1953,
More about General O'Daniel..Click Here
acting as an advisor on special counter-guerrilla operations to French forces against the Viet Minh.
From 1954 to 1957 he was stationed in Saigon as an advisor to the US supported government of South Vietnam.
During this period he was active in the training of ARVN, organizing the Caodaist militias under Trinh Minh The, MORE ON HIM AND HIS UNSOLVED ASSASSINATION HERE
BTW, I DID NOT do it...I was still at Bklyn Poly then, failing math...
(Check out the timeline here....)
BUT...There are LOTS of others available...
..even today..who will work either/both sides...
double agents...with no ethics or conscience. FOR MORE ON DOUBLE AGENTS, CLICK HERE
..AND still more of a recent nature, closer to home... CLICK HERE
BTW: I am not sure that what I do for the Agency now,
even if someone had contacted me about it...
(... No one did...see below)
...could have prevented this.
The assassination of Trinh Minh The was a setback for the attempt to bolster the ARVN,
and spreading claims that North Vietnamese agents were making attacks in South Vietnam.
After the widely discredited 1955 re-election of President Ngo Dinh Diem, with whom
Lansdale had a close friendship,
he is said to have advised Diem to revise the 98.2 percent victory he claimed down to 70 percent to make it
more plausible, advice which Diem did not take.
He also mentored and trained Pham Xuan An, a reporter for Time magazine who was actually a
highly-placed North Vietnamese spy.
His obituary in 2006 is HERE
In 1961, he helped to publicize the story of Father Nguyen Lac Hoa, the "fighting priest"
who had organized a crack militia called the Sea Swallows from his village
of anti-communist Chinese Catholic exiles. MORE ABOUT HIM HERE
In 1961, Landsale recruited John M. Deutch to his first job in government, working as one of
Robert McNamara's 'Whiz Kids'.
Deutch would later go on to be the 17th Director of Central Intelligence. Here is a list of CIA Directors, PAST AND PRESENT:
After I left Gary on the Repose, I was assigned to many things,
One of them was ferrying supplies and ammo up the river,
along with a VIP and his family.
They gave me an old LCVP to do the job. MORE ON THE LCVP HERE
I still had a bunch of draftees as crew, but some were
far-to-middlin' boatmen. The others made good GoFers/line-handlers/gunners.
Here is a shot of the boat leaving port
of the offshore island base.
Cu Lao Cham...It's on the map above
.....heading toward the river mouth...
BTW: IN NO WAY was this a demotion,
or any kind of disciplinary action.
I thought of it as a wierd kind of R&R
It gave me a rest from the stress of
my other activities...BUT it did put me
hip-deep in some deadly situations...
Actually, the boat was well-suited
for the job. Shallow draft, it could
run up on any beach/swamp, and unload
quickly through the bow ramp.
Safer than most, it's door was armor
plate. Armor was riveted to it's sides
also. I slept aboard, mostly..very well,
thank you...
It had a low profile...nothing sticking up, Hall-Scott gasoline engine, 250 hp more power than the 6-71 diesel, but gas is always
a danger. We had a range of about 100 nautical miles.
One valuable addition was a bypass on the exhaust
..a diverter that sent it underwater..VERY quiet.
I felt a loss when a mortar round landed
in it one night when we were all ashore.
...right on the deck over the gas tanks aft.
When we did not contact the base,
we were rescued after 2 days of hiding in the reeds
and returned to Cu Lao Cham in a sister LCVP.
HEY!..Wait a minute!
...So, is what I have done immoral?..criminal?
You can judge....
BUT...Remember Matthew 7:1 Judge not, that you be not judged..
"Sometime in the early Fifties ...
assassination became an instrument of U.S. national policy.
It also became an important branch of our invisible government, a sizeable business, a separate technology involving weapons and devices
the ordinary taxpayer paid billions for,
but was never permitted to see
except perhaps in the fantasies of James Bond flicks."
--Andrew St. George, journalist for Life magazine,
"Young people often ask me whether I would recommend
that they apply for a job at the CIA.
I used to say, Only if you have high degrees of integrity and courage.
Now I tell them that when they are asked to sign the secrecy agreement,
they should emulate President George W. Bush
by adding a signing statement -- the same kind of disclaimer
the President issues when he signs legislation. Theirs might read, 'None of the above shall be construed as impinging on the undersigned's duty under U.S. and international law....'"
--Ray McGovern, former CIA analyst,
Time magazine, 1 May 2006
"A great deal of the success of the CIA is due
to its ability to attract patriotic, good soldiers
who believe in the general rightness of what they do,
and then insulate them through compartmentalization
from the heavier activities."
--John Stockwell, former CIA Chief of the Angola Task Force,
The Praetorian Guard: The U.S. Role in the New World Order
Now, the average, God-fearing person might say:
"Why does God allow stuff like this to happen?"
Theologians tell us that people DO sometimes make less-than perfect choices,
which often result in a second-best or even of what might be evil ways.
It truly is sad that a nation that was founded by a bunch of DEISTS
has forgotten its roots. I am sometimes guilty of this...
Here is a truly fearsome statement:
Psalm 50:22 - Now consider this, ye that forget God, lest I tear you in pieces, and there be none to deliver
American Poet and abolitionist John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892) wrote,
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"
Later, on a stopover at Gitmo, I had my 'tools' with me.....,
riding in a jeep from the plane to my BOQ,
I was given a camo jacket and helmet to hide the whites.
(I was in the uniform of a Vice Admiral...)
and even though it had a top, and dark windows,
it seems our 'counterparts' have fun, sighting-in with their
AK47s w/silencer/scope/ from their towers on the other
side of the fences on anyone with white uniforms riding
along the road. They think white means CO, or other
high rank. There are thousands of Islanders who would like
to see him dead.
I was on an inspection visit/ostensibly.... but really on a
tight schedule... just a few days to 'enjoy' myself before
leaving this paradise for a new assignment.
My real job was to use my talents to eliminate someone
on a ship...
It had gone aground inside territorial waters.
He was a passenger on the container ship,
and he had information that could not be allowed
to fall into Commie hands.
I was to be taken out there at night, in a large inflatable, well armed and with radar,
and as he showed himself, do my job...
not an easy task, if there was any sea running...
Here is the pic I was given as a reference.
BUT...THIS IS WHAT WE FOUND WHEN WE APPROACHED...
By the light of the fire,
I easily recognized my target on the bridge, frantically waving for help.
I did my job, and we left at full speed,
back for the safety of Gitmo, before any of the Cuban gunboats
we picked up on our radar could arrive.
Before sunrise, I was on my way home.
I was looking forward to a well-deserved vacation, (IMHO)... on my boat.
...a leisurely cruise down the ICW ending, I hoped somewhere in the Florida keys.
I had tied my boat at one of the floating slips at the Capital Yacht Club
on Water Street,rented a car and stopped at Langley,
just to check in and let them know my intentions.
I could smell the envy in the air. Winter was approaching,
and the hurricane season had been no serious threat to the east coast.
On the way back to the boat, I stopped on 18th street
at my favorite place in the Beltway area...and I had a private table.
The service and atmosphere was great.
Everything inside was brand new and very modern looking.
If you didn't know it was there, you might go right past it.
The front door is kind of tucked away in an alcove.
I had just finished off a delicious meal, and was about to pay the check,
when my evening was spoiled by... Liddy.
G. Gordon Liddy sat down with two drinks in his hand.
He looked like he already had a few.....
Not wanting to seem unfriendly, I waited for him to tell me what he wanted,
...and why he 'just happened' to be here right now. For those who don't know him, here is a 'rundown' on G. Gordon Liddy
As we talked, he did what he ALWAYS did to show how tough he is...
This time, he held his hand over the candle on the table..palm down,
until you could smell the flesh burning...then he soaked a napkin in water,
and cooled it down....The man IS nuts, I thought...certifiably...
Maybe his years in jail did it...I dunno...
After some chatting, he abruptly stood up, put down enough to pay my bill AND a good tip, and left.
When he was gone, I saw he had left an envelope on the table.
I opened it, and there was a thick wad of cash, and a couple of pages
with the agency logo, and some photos.
It was another assignment for me...to be carried out as I sailed south...
I powered out of the marina early the next morning, heading downriver,
hoping to catch the outgoing tide. .
I looked over the information that Liddy left, and made what was a workable plan to
do what the agency asked.
When I got out into the lower bay, I turned to starboard, raised the main and jib,
heading for Hampton Roads, and the Naval base.
The wind was favorable, and I made good time, arriving as I planned,
just before sunset.
I turned on the Radar and Chartplotter, heading in with a light wind
with only the cruising spinnaker. It works well in light winds.
The info had said that my target habitually went for a swim around the boat several times
in the evening just after dark. I slowed down and watched...
I scanned the deck with my night-vision binoculars, and there he was...
I had more information than usual on this assignment.
He was a Rear Admiral in command of the sub.
It was scheduled to leave the next morning to cross the Atlantic for war games with
several allied countries. The only thing not planned was that the admiral and a few
of his crew intended to actually use the newest weapons aboard, hoping to initiate
a worldwide conflict that would be impossible to reverse.
Intel from one of the crew and others was considered of the highest level of reliability,
It was rated 'A' on the agency Source Rating Code...
Absolutely no doubt of authenticity, trustworthiness, or competency;
Source has a history of complete reliability.
...so that was why I had been brought into the picture.
He made quite a splash as he dove into the water, leaving a glow of phosphorescence
around him as he swam. This would make it easier...
I made a last sweep along the docks, deck, and the top of the sail. Not even the radar was
running. I didn't want to end up as debris floating downstream....
I had my nightscope and silencer attached, and took aim. Pop.... That was all...
I thought I heard a thump, as the slug went through him and saw a slight phosphorous trail
skipping toward the pilings.
I hauled in the sail to catch the wind heading south, putting down my rifle on the seat. If I were caught,
I could dump it overboard quickly, I thought....hoped..
As I approached the Dismal Swamp Canal, I turned to port, powered-up, and went down
the fork that led to Albermarle sound.
I did NOT want to be trapped in many miles of the canal
with nowhere else to go if I was followed.
I found a spot marked as an anchorage on the chart, dropped anchor and sails,
and except for the radar alarm to warn of any vessels approaching, shut down
for the night.
In the morning, I would set a course south toward Florida.....
In the morning, there was a 'cover' story on the news.
The sailing of the ships involved was delayed because
of a bacterial infection found on one of the participating
vessels of the joint allied war games exercises.
The entire crew was replaced for safety sake,
and placed in isolation. One officer is missing, and a
thorough search aboard and ashore is being made.
The ship was being decontaminated before the new
crew was allowed aboard to familiarize them with the
new equipment installed since the last war games.
Sounds good, I thought...
I had breakfast and spent the day resting and getting ready to head south.
Stephen King in his novel 'The Stand'
describes the character of Paul Burlson
as a "Walter Mitty outlaw daydream"
when Paul tucks a revolver into the waistband of his dress pants.
The official Peanuts website describes the character of Snoopy
"... an extroverted Beagle with a Walter Mitty complex",
a reference to the many fantasy segments in which Snoopy
imagines he is a World War I flying ace battling the Red Baron.
MAYBE...
Before passing judgement on me...
You might consider my background...Here's a recent post I put on FB page...
"Who grew up in Glen Cove"
Yeah, I grew up in Glen Cove...on Long Island, NY...
......not my choice, my family settled that part of Long Island.
...back as far as the 1740s...before there WAS a USA!
I was born in GC hospital in 1936, we lived across the street
on St Andrews Lane/moved to Summit Place when I was 5....
While ALL the nostalgia on Glen Cove is interesting, I am not and
never was a 'social animal'...
(Some have even said I am a "borderline Sociopath") FOR MORE ON THIS...
I didn't even attend my graduation at GCHS in 1954...
They mailed my diploma and awards to me....
I had an uncaring math teacher at GCHS and another at Bklyn Poly later on..
..an agnostic or atheist, not sure which....
probably both dead&gone now....
They didn't want to help ANYONE....
The ONLY good thing about it was that my Sister introduced me
to boating on Hempstead harbor....
This enabled me to earn a good living there AND pay for a move to Florida around 1962.
AND when she died of ALS a few years ago,
she left me enough to retire to a mountaintop in PA
(see my profile on FB AND http://www.WRITERSWEB.org/)
The incidents you have read about are just a few
of the many I was involved in during my employment
by the Agency.
The timeline of some of those incidents overlaps..
And more will be added as I have the time...
HERE'S WHAT I'M DOING NOW....
YES!!!
...I am RETIRED...I'm 74 now, and informed the Agency...
I've had enough of the job 'they' hired me to do.
I've remarried now, recently moved to PA,
(We don't pronounce the full name up here, I found.:-)
And I fancy myself in a similar condition as:
A wimpy little man (who just passed away)
on PBS,
gentle and quiet.
...Mr. Rogers is another of those you would least suspect of being anything but what
he now portrays to our youth.
But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over twenty-five
confirmed kills to his name.
He wore a long-sleeved sweater on TV, to cover the many tattoos on his forearm and biceps.
He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat,
able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat.
After the war, Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and
therefore a pacifist.
Vowing to never harm another human
and also dedicating the rest of his life
to trying to help lead children on the right path
in life. He hid away the tattoos and his past life and won our hearts
with his quiet wit and charm.
NOTE: Some deny all this, but it DOES make a good story,
JUST LIKE THE ONE YOU HAVE READ ON THIS PAGE...
BUT...
America's real heroes don't flaunt what they did; they quietly go about their day-to-day
lives, doing what they do best.
They earned our respect and the freedoms
that we all enjoy.
Look around and see if you can find one of those heroes in your midst.
Often, they are the ones you'd least suspect, but would most like to
have on your side if anything ever happened.
AM I UNIQUE?...in my philosophy?...I think not...
BTW: I DID NOT take the same vow as Mr. Rogers...
supposedly did,regarding A home firearm....
My entire life has been a series of hedged bets.
As a 74-year-old, I take no uncalculated risks.
...I don't let the gas-gauge needle fall below the quarter-tank mark.
You could not pay me enough to travel outside the USA again.
Everywhere lurks doom;
I acknowledge its inevitability by avoiding all danger at every turn.
When I can, I avoid turns.
I spent a long time living dangerously.
(If you got this far without skipping pages...
YOU KNOW THAT.)
I was the guy who ate ham-and-cheese sandwiches on Yom Kippur.
...and carried a handgun under my jacket in New York.
Still, a few feet from where I now sit typing on my boat, there sits my Mossberg shotgun.
The safety's on, but it is loaded.
I don't hunt. And the shotgun doesn't make me feel larger.
It is what it is: the most fearsome, effective, legal home-protection device around.
Is it a danger to me and mine as well?
Many studies say so, but I haven't seen a study yet
that helps me get to sleep at night.
...and I still have/carry a handgun....AND have a BIG dog.
Call me crazy. Call me an ugly American.
But don't expect me to call 911 if you break into my home...
— not till I've blown your head and neck clean off your shoulders.
(It's legal to do so where I live now.)
Those in my 'Profession', ...are few in number.
As best as I can determine...
We are in a group treated/living in a way similar to
those in a 'witness protection' program....
...as anonymous as can be...usually living in
housing/cars/money/etc provided...moving as often
as needed to in order to maintain their status.
...only having contacts with thir 'handlers'.
...not being able to have really close friends.
Forget the James Bond fiction...It IS fiction.
No group parties/meetings....
No Union/collective bargaining...do the job you are
assigned...or get out...AND lose EVERYTHING.
No bonuses/retirement...except the kind I negotiated....
Transport by rental car has been best, I have found,
sometimes with my faithful pitbull dawg...
Security guards have little info about me, usually just pics...
take the VIP where ordered...deliver to x..return to y...
sometimes not the same guys both ways...
...only need-to-know, and all that...
I DO feel much safer now that I am retired...
...although I DO watch my backside constantly...habit...
From where I live now, I sent this...LETTER
...JUST TO KEEP IN TOUCH :-)
...As a result of the letter, I now make irregular trips down inside the Beltway, either to:
where I conduct Q&A briefings for new employees/analyists/agents
letting them know what I will do for them,
if and when they must contact me.
I suppose I will someday get used to everyone standing up
when I enter the room...
I learned they were told of my checkered history
and I guess it does count for some sort of respect...
I never spend a lot of time inside the Beltway...
Only that which is absolutely necessary.
Transport to and from is provided, usually in
an armored Suv, or some other vehicle is sent.
ONCE, in an emergency, a Blackhawk landed
down the hill by the dumpsters, scattering the scavenging bears...
I walked down, passing the two guards sent to protect Ann while I was gone.
They stayed in the trailer we have out front.
NOTE: ALL YOU HAVE READ IS A PRODUCT OF
THE FAILING MEMORY OF A 74-YEAR-OLD TIRED OLD MAN
...IT IS UP TO YOU TO JUDGE FOR YOURSELF
WHETHER THE STUFF YOU HAVE JUST SEEN/READ
IS TRUE, OR JUST A FANTASTIC MADE-UP LIE
BTW:
...IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE/BELIEVE WHAT YOU JUST READ??
WELL... HOW ABOUT THIS??
This is MY legal statement to let you know that I do not walk on water
and I DO make mistakes.
I am not responsible for typographical, technical, or descriptive errors
of the contents or links/sites I may send you to.
You can send correspondence to
needgoodnews@hotmail.com, but be advised that...
I get a LOT of email.
I don't get paid for this.
I probably don't know all the details of your particular problem,
but I'll try to answer you intelligently,
even though I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer,
AND my elevator doesn't go to the top floor every day.
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911 will be a day we will never forget.
Our hearts go out to those who have suffered such a needless and tragic loss.
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