I suppose I shall send The Emperor a few good thoughts, even though I doubt their efficacy.

For many years, I have been sending evil, wicked, and destructive thoughts to people I don't like and, as far as I know, not a single one of them has dropped dead in his/her tracks as a result. Witness the fact that my ex-wife is still among the living. My despised former boss is dead, but he was old, smoked two packs of Marlboros per day for thirty years, and had already had a quadruple bypass by the time I went to work for him. So he doesn't count.

So, if I know for a fact that bad thoughts don't work, why should I think good thoughts would behave differently?

However, as stated above, I shall attempt to do the good thought thing anyway. All I have on my morning agenda is lawnmower work and that always causes my mind to get stuck in bored-repetitive-stupid-thought mode, so I shall attempt to steer the stupid thoughts in Emperor Rap's general direction. That would be northwest, give or take a few degrees, and with a range of roughly 2,050 miles (3,300 KM).


Bee-dubya-ell
Imperial Ignoramus
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