He's gone really crackers, hasn't he?

Why are we responding to this hate-monger? I get more intelligent conversation out of the yapping of my neighbor's Yorkshire terrier.

By the way, as to my fencing skills:   in San Francisco in 1950, in my first competition, in which there was a former National Epee Champion (Fred Linkmeyer) and two members of the U. S. Olympic Team (Salvatore Giambra and Gerry Biagini). I wound up in a tie for third place. Linkmeyer had placed first, which was not a great surprise. Second place went to Sal Giambra. There was a fence-off to settle the third place medal. I lost to Gerry Biagini, ending up in fourth place.

It's a matter of record. Official agency, the Amateur Fencer's League of America. The competition was the De Caprilis Open Invitational Epee Competition. Look it up.

Not bad for a nineteen-year-old kid leaning on a crutch.

My fencing master, Hans Halberstadt, was very proud of me. I was ecstatic. I expected to get my ass whupped--and surprised myself!!

Care to go for a few touches, Goofballupagus?

Don Firth