It appears that, once again, our beloved khing and his beloved lackey, Sir Tweed, Knight of the Realm of Tupelo, First Coot of Mississippi, Purchaser of Beat-to-Hell-Old-Piece-of-Shit-Accordions, and Provider of Fountains of Purfect Bliss and Trankwility have passed each other like two turds in a dark sewer. Such is Fate.