I don't think I need to answer GfS's little tirade (running in circles, frothing at the mouth, and peeing his pants), do you?

I'd say it speaks volumes--not about me, but about GfS.

Just read what I wrote, read what he wrote, and make up your own ninds.

I wonder how he can manage to get around with all those bullet holes in his feet.

(Okay, back to the real world.)

Don Firth